Can I Be The Blood In Your Mouth?

I want to be a chemistry teacher so I can set stuff on fire and shout "CHEMISTRY!!!"

If you can’t reblog this, unfollow me now.

its me. im the april fool.

It’s not enough for me to have music on my head with headphones at full volume I need it injected into my vains

Stop. No this is my literal draft.

me as a writer

It's probably for the best that murder is illegal...

Nah I failed.

This is Karma. She is asking us to do the impossible. But we will do our best.

I Was Still Fucking Talking

I started the conversation.

Me.

I fucking spoke.

And while I was mid-sentence—

you left.

No goodbye.

No “let’s move this elsewhere.”

Just gone.

Like my voice didn’t matter.

Like I was fucking background noise.

You made a new chat.

Without me.

Didn’t say a word.

Just left me

talking into a fucking graveyard.

I wasn’t annoying.

I wasn’t wrong.

I was still fucking talking

when you decided I didn’t matter.

And now I’m alone,

trying not to scream,

trying not to shatter,

trying not to believe

you saw me

and chose to look away.

I am not quiet.

I am not okay.

I am not

invisible.

Even if you treat me like I fucking am