Polkadot

Fuck ppl who wants fruits but are scared of rain!

To live, not in the answers, but in the pregnant space of not-knowing. And so, we wilt.

It would be beautiful if we can see the world in super slow mode

you wanna lose touch with reality? Forget the shamanic rituals, the mind-altering substances, and the lengthy pilgrimages to remote mountaintops. The simplest, most effective way to unravel your sanity is good old-fashioned sleep deprivation. It's like a fast-track ticket to Crazy Town, population: You. I mean, think about it. Sleep is what keeps us tethered to this mortal coil. It's the nightly reboot that prevents our brains from turning into glitching, error-ridden messes. Without it, we become walking, talking embodiments of the 'This is your brain on drugs' PSA. But here's the irony: while the quickest route to insanity is not sleeping, you, my friend, are out there bed rotting. You're practically marinating in slumber, yet somehow, you're still edging closer to the brink of madness. It's like you're trying to achieve enlightenment through horizontal inaction, hoping that the answers to life's greatest mysteries will magically materialize on your duvet cover. Yes, my brain is short circuiting and fried, my words are slurried as fuck,Micky the mouse is offering a bussiness deal to me,i hear 'shake it to the max' ringing in my head like im not shaken to the max already

So word of advice the world literally looks like a dream if you dont have enough sleep

-voices in my head

It's like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube made of existential dread. You're compelled to keep looking, even though you know you'll never figure it out. So, yeah, I might have spent a significant portion of my day gazing into the depths of your being. But that doesn't mean I suddenly want to braid your hair and whisper sweet nothings while sharing a pint of artisanal ice cream. Nor I do want anything. And definitely doesn't mean, I want to even know you.

What's the concept of sleep?

My own collection of “Did I really just do that?” have been updated

You and me are professional mourner. Dont let them tape your tear duct

balancing my life by reading a 1000+ page book about wwll, 2hrs of sleep for the past months, unfinished projects, schedules on top of schedules, meetups,feeding on air, and i still hear voices in my head

Childhood, neighborhood, adulthood, whatthefuckisselfhood

At the end of the day playing person-person is hard. I didnt even audition for this!

if you see me at a party, laughing and mingling and pretending to enjoy myself, just know that there's a good chance I'm secretly having an existential crisis. And if you see me crying in a corner, just know that there's a good chance I'm faking it.

I mostly just experience a low-grade hum of… meh.

Me as in now

Be rebellious dont try to be understood.

Do you channel your inner grumpy grandpa and mutter, 'What has the world come to?' at least 3738388 times a day? I feel seen. I imagine your daily routine goes something like this: 1. Wake up. Check phone. Immediately overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stupid on the internet. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 2. Attempt to make coffee. Spill coffee. Curse the invention of Keurig machines. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 3. Commute to work. Witness some egregious act of public transportation etiquette. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' (Bonus points if you actually say it out loud and get a dirty look from a teenager wearing headphones.) 4. Spend eight hours at work, surrounded by incompetence, bureaucracy, and pointless meetings. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' (Under your breath, of course. You don't want to get fired.) 5. Return home. Turn on the TV. Immediately bombarded with depressing news stories about political corruption, environmental disasters, and celebrity scandals. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 6. Attempt to relax. Get interrupted by a telemarketer, a door-to-door salesperson, or a neighbor who wants to borrow your lawnmower. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 7. Go to bed. Lie awake at night, contemplating the existential dread of modern life. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' (In your head, this time. You don't want to wake up your spouse*wakesup*.) All i wanna say is i respect your 'get off my lawn' mentality. And I know you are just waiting for the apocalypse!

Dont question if im sane when i only have 3hrs of sleep.