everytime you happen to see one of my posts just keep in mind that this is who's behind the screen
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@tellingismysilence
everytime you happen to see one of my posts just keep in mind that this is who's behind the screen
I'm not a fairy. I'm not an angel. I am an invertebrate. Soft bodied and spineless, teetering on the edge of a crack in the pavement...
I don't have a fight or flight response. My body has developed the ability to automatically shape-shift into any inanimate object of choice.
...
I quite enjoy talking to myself
I never know what to do with myself
John Giorno, Dial-A-Poem, (recordings of 200 poems by 80 poets, four telephones; original answering machine, telephone, reel-to-reel tape recorders, and microphone; printed and handwritten ephemera), 1968/2012 [MoMA, New York, NY. © The Estate of John Giorno]
I didn't think it was possible for a person to hold themselves to such unachievable standards while also somehow simultaneously doing nothing to uphold oneself to said standards
does anyone wanna b friends and confess our deepest darkest secrets to each other like we're huddled around a campfire
all my problems are shamefully superficial and entirely self-inflicted but nevertheless this snake will continue to feast upon itself...
Girl's just wanna be covered in blood!!!
ready to have my Holden Caulfield winter (plagued by an inexorable sense of guilt and grief, experiencing sudden bouts of existentialism, using my impeccable sense of humor and ill-timed sarcasm as a suit of armor anytime I find myself uncomfortable with confrontation or reality, and the casual urge to run away.)
There's something sacred about the ships that are so cataclysmically tragic they either literally lead to ending the world or saving it; no in-between.
Give them love or give them death!
Is it true romance if their fates aren't unavoidably destined to end in both the ultimate betrayal and the fondest mercy?
I mean; who else could possibly be more fit to plunge the proverbial knife, if not the one whose touch hurts the softest?
canon mlm rep be like "i like a boy..but im!?!? also a boy!? >-<??" meanwhile queerbaiting "if you die i'm alone".
"i couldn't throw away this life that you saved" without even seeing Hachi for years... this wasn't even queerbaited we were queerhunted. queersnipered.
a girl could dream
shipping guts and griffith in berserk after reading the eclipse is like shipping hachi and takumi in nana after finding out he's a cheater.