“You can romanticize me all you wish, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.”
— A Word To My Lovers
Someone: *Breathes*
Me: If you don’t shut up, I will break every bone in your fucking body.
I feel like neither a child nor an adult. I am a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. All the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult. My mind is stunted, malformed. My body outgrew me and now I wield it clumsily, hitting others with my overgrown arms as I stumble over my own feet. "I am sorry," I say, "But I was treated as something less than human and that is what I've become."
Every time it rains I just sit and listen
you’re in her dms, i’m on her dni, we are not the same
microdosing on listening to music by having the same line from a song playing in my head for days straight
rain in the background while you’re sleeping>>>>>>
(You’ve chosen to not remember this part.)