The Abandoned Hospital Ship.

ourrecklessyouths:

This is my face. This is my other face. This is my name. And this is my therapy video. Abracadabra! Wow. I like… boys on swings. And girls on skateboards. I like babies in high chairs. I like pharmaceutical medicine wrappers. I like people in hats with big eyebrows— I like people in hats with big eyebrows and big moustaches. I like water caught in spiders’ webs. I like wearing all my clothes at once. I like people who don’t smile. Ever. And I like people who smile. I like hair that goes on and on. I love food. Today, Ainsley, I’ve brought some things for the cook to cook. Oh. In some ways I love… everything. It’s less of a thing than like. Less distinct. Less particular. I like things that I like, but I love everything. There’s more choice in like. Because even the worst things have things to love in them. I love things so much, I feel like I can float away. That’s wrong. My mum understands how to float every day. I don’t understand that so much. I don’t know what you mean about things I hate. I hate shoes. I hate people who change their voices when they say something important. I hate my thighs. I hate war. I hate swimming costumes that cling. I hate dripping taps. But… I also sort of love dripping taps. I hate invitations. I hate radiators. I hate this. Wow, sorry.

this is so eerily adorable.