people like me commonly die of actual embarrassment. but today it donned on me that i won’t die shortly after face planting on some stage or any vile situation in a restaurant. my demise will come in tiny pieces until i can’t take it anymore. a decent description of one of those pieces is anything i’ve put on the internet in the past two years.
so here we are. pretending like my old tumblr didn’t exist and opening a whole new chapter of things for me to write now. and bury my face in my palms because of later.
