[dahlia tone] (she, like a hole)
@aychessiandahlia.bsky.social
I am the normal one. it's right in the name throw my body on your bloodstained altar and know you will never feel closer to god than when your knife delivers the sacrifice
all of this is probably unfair. I'm just crashing out
the summer is ended and we are not yet saved
like, I think they care about us as a friend, but they are increasingly only present in our life for a few hours at a time when *we* reach out to make plans. it feels like we're clinging to the edge of a fucking cliff and if we stop clinging and shouting to remind them we're here it will all be over
hard to overstate how much our friends fixing their bad habits (weed and phone use, mostly) making them more distant from us is fucking with our head lately. like, yeah. I guess we were just another bad habit you needed to break and now revisit occasionally when you're feeling nostalgic. great. nice
we're supposed to be Locking The Fuck In on finding a job and shit, but I don't really know how to do that when the social fabric that we've spent months building up as our foundation is dissolving around us. there is no rhombus anymore. it's the name of a group chat that I'm the only one active in
these posts brought to you by the urge to smoke a joint at 9:40am, whine on bsky for a while, and then cry myself back to sleep
hard to overstate how much our friends fixing their bad habits (weed and phone use, mostly) making them more distant from us is fucking with our head lately. like, yeah. I guess we were just another bad habit you needed to break and now revisit occasionally when you're feeling nostalgic. great. nice
I think we could solve a lot of problems at once if someone fucked me until I went unconscious
"we didn't come here to find a wife" might be true of the other two, but I did actually come here to try to build a nice life for us. and we have yet to figure out how to do that without feeling like a primary object of someone else's affection. without that, it's hard to feel like anything at all
am I allowed to break kayfabe on this account? because for all our bluster about how cool and hot and popular we are now, we go home alone every night and lay there feeling isolated and completely starved of something that no one in our life seems interested in sharing with us and it fucking sucks
am I allowed to break kayfabe on this account? because for all our bluster about how cool and hot and popular we are now, we go home alone every night and lay there feeling isolated and completely starved of something that no one in our life seems interested in sharing with us and it fucking sucks
I'm so tired, but my stupid little rabbitheart is a running treadmill and I don't know how to turn it off
why'd they make this bunny so fucking gay
they should invent a day that doesn't end at 7pm
first "whoops. shouldn't have sat down in front of reaper" experience. feeling at one with the jackalope tbh
communication and emotional maturity are exhausting. maybe I just want to feel like shit until someone shows up to kill me. maybe I just need a nap
this is why they don't let me help with music production stuff
need an overpaid computer job again so I can afford some cute loppy bunny ears
otoh, the [dahlians] are mostly, like. florists
the [orchidians] are an apocalyptic cult who seek to bring about the [autumn noise], which they believe will achieve universal transmission of the wasp, leading to a utopia of weird music and weirder sex, somehow
the lesson of last night is that we would have been better off if we had just gone home after the unpleasant thing happened
I'm here primarily as a cautionary tale about how boring we would be if we didn't do all the art shit
"unrequited love is for suckers" is something I'm pretty sure we got from joey comeau. and it has papered over some pretty easy tests so far. but, what I am finding is, surprising no one, I might be kind of a sucker
I've never been very good at math, so the math here is simple. no one wanted me, so I went home
ordering a vodka redbull as the last drink of the night before going home early. to keep em guessing
the wasp let me borrow its outfit
how I'm trying to be at the party tonight (i.e., totally out of my element at a LAN party but dtf anyway)
the hedge hare says "come hither"