I just die every single moment because I love Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind so much I just keep dying because it is so great oh my gosh. Sorry. But this needs to be said. It’s like all I ever think about ever. Okay. I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.

I will tell them that I am fixed; I will say

          “Congratulations

    I am cured. You did it.”

and they will smile,

      spread their smugness in little smiles

that span the width of their

Brains;

they have done it; they are Important;

    They can fix things;

They can fix the broken things.

There is too much—It blocks and barricades

While the bugs occupy my senses—fervently

Crushing themselves in existential

Attempts to combat the night—I die over

     and over again—I am never alive

In the sense of the senses—

     and I fear the multitudes—the masses

Of small desperations

I have this really strong desire to go to a museum right now.

i’m sad. i’m so so so sad. i’m going to watch eternal sunshine again. and again. and again. for however long it takes for me to not feel so incredibly, hopelessly, pathetically sad. it’s my comfort. it’s my comfort sort of like well really like nothing else. it’s not the same as scarves or rain or mountains or even painting. i feel really weird and dumb now. i’m going to stop talking now. goodbye.

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