There’s nothing quite like a few fistfuls of spicy marshmallows to help make Monday morning fun and productive.
one of my perfect angel roommates just joined tumblr, pls follow him for more vital snacking updates
mandy making fun of me / understanding me
just SOME words not like THE words
once a high school overachiever, always a moron
yeah i mean, i want to be a novelist, but i’m not like, ambitious. like you know not the best novelist.
— me to myself at all times
just leaning in on a sunday afternoon
maraschino, palomino, pals-o’-mine-oh, pals of mine
hello this is kathryn anne bloom coming to you live from this flesh-sack over which i exert precisely zero control
like man i definitely annoy some of my friends by constantly, unconsciously pawing at them, but like! what ELSE am i supposed to do with this feeling
optimism is like totally not a dirty word.
yeah like — the “other thing” i’m trying to evoke is that feeling of love so immense you want to live in another person’s body “with them” because that’s the only way you can FATHOM getting close enough
and how our fundamental distinctness/”we live as we dream, alone”-ness is necessary for that kind of love to exist to begin with
so like, fine, i’ll take it
basically if you boiled down any one of my short stories to its central “”“”“point”“”“” it would be attempting to express: we have no meaningful control over what we do or who we are, but the twin sensations of decision making and of evaluating others based on their perceived decision making, i.e. by what degree others’ “choices” deviate from our ideal (these ideals being entirely contingent on our completely unique and completely arbitrary physical movements through space, i.e. based on the distinct & minuscule sliver of existence to which each of us has been exposed, not a single person’s closer to “objectivity” than anyone else’s, though of course everyone necessarily feels this way about their own beliefs, which are supported by every stimulus they’ve ever encountered), comprise nearly all of our experiences.
BUT ALSO LOVE IS REAL AND TRANSCENDENT
WHATEVER THAN MEANS