it ruins me that there is a growing trend for people to talk about brocedes like it is nico who moved on and lewis who stayed. like one grew up, and the other didn't. the truth is they are both still in it, both undone by it, just in ways that are opposite.
one of them is loud about it. gets a job where he knows the other one will be. haunts the commentary box. doesn't pay attention to any other driver but the one who matters. the other is quiet about it. he slips through their history, eyes lowered, not pretending, not denying; just quietly living with it, in the ghost of it, rarely speaking its name.
neither of them moved on. they just learned different ways to stay.
where even are you, my little muse?
the edges of my mind are starting to forget what it felt like to have you.
ethel cain was onto something with "am i making you feel sick?"
hoping insomnia doesn't embrace me tonight as well! <3
why am i treating tumblr like it's my twitter account
together, we do the same thing again //
i wanna start re-reading qjj so bad but i have so much school related stuff to do this is TORTURE
is tumblr a good place to share poetry? i would share some but im generally self conscious about them and also kinda scared of plagiarism.