ᯓ ✈︎ Open to being courted, difficult to cage. Being parasocial is okay, but don’t expect me to feed your delusions.
ᯓ ✈︎ Horror fan, science enthusiast, reader of sorts, pseudo writer, annoying asshole, full time mad man.
ᯓ ✈︎ I’m a paraphile though I won’t post about it unless prompted. Extremely anti-c for the big three.
No DNI, block freely.
Tags;
🐆 ᝰ.ᐟ- “Over my dead body. If anybody hurts you... It’ll be over my dead body— I don’t care who it is. I am not letting anybody hurt you.” - Yanposts.
🐆 ᝰ.ᐟ- “Is this the American dream?” - lyrics.
🐆 ᝰ.ᐟ- “I wasn’t expecting the law to protect me. I’ve ignored it all my life... I sure as hell don’t plan on hiding behind it now.” - Mutuals.
🐆 ᝰ.ᐟ- “Aren’t there any decent parents in this world?” - Vents.
🐆 ᝰ.ᐟ- “At times like that death looks sweet and peaceful and unbearably enticing.” - Asks.
Anons?:
“When I think of my own death—I try to picture that leopard’s carcass. Why did he come to those heights—for what? Did he lose his way chasing some prey, and wander into some spot he couldn’t escape from? Or was he looking for something else, climbing higher and higher until he used up all his strength and collapsed? I think about which way the carcass was facing... was he trying to get back down—or trying to climb higher? Either way, that leopard knew... that he would never be going back.”
My blood boils when I see someone who’s happy. Fuck you. What do you mean you’ve had a happy life. What do you mean you had a good upbringing and loving parents. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. That should’ve been me. Why couldn’t my life be like that too. What’s so different between us? Do I not deserve it?
What damn AI calorie counter. In this household we read the nutritional labels and calculate that bitch like we’re an accountant, then add another hundred calories to overestimate like the gods intended.
I might not be your forever but you will never be able to forget me. I’ll leave a piece on me inside you. I’ll stain every single corner of your life with me, and when you try to love someone else, they will have to meet me through you before loving you. Is there a more thorough way of claiming someone?
After this, there won’t be no you without me. There will always exist a before and after me. You’ll always remember me fondly. You’ll never be free of me.
