Oh, starlight.

[infimityonhigh]

the kids aren’t alright // fob

[angelofsomewhere]

[angelofsomewhere]

[angelofsomewhere]

Maybe I should have played less games with you while I was pretending. Maybe I lack empathy.

[angelofsomewhere]

At least this time you apologize.

[angelofsomewhere]

Hahaha, this is... Alright.

[angelofsomewhere]

Maybe if she lived in our universe, I would have.

[angelofsomewhere]

You don’t say I’m a bad person, but the look on your face made it seem you thought I was planning on killing her.

[angelofsomewhere]

I’m not your father. I was never your father. You shouldn’t have latched onto me! I’m not a good person. 

[angelofsomewhere]

I don’t like to lie to people I care about, but it becomes frustrating the more you keep giving me trouble.

[angelofsomewhere]

Why is this happening to him? Why is it always him?

[angelofsomewhere]

God fucking dammit.

[angelofsomewhere]

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[floralfemmes]

[romanticsuggestion]

sometimes I look at you and think about all the turns I’ve made in my life that led me to you and I don’t think I could ever achieve this much happiness in any other way

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Teach me new caresses, gentle ones,

Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “Tell Me, Mother,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[soracities]

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)