after death, life again…

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

in a way i am my own dead wife

briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home

[no beers in] do you think im ever going to belong somewhere

This is what Willem Defoe was writing on his detective pad

One thing about me is that I will do pretty much anything to avoid making a phone call

honestly how do parents even live with the guilt i couldn’t imagine making someone and seeing them everyday and knowing i did that to them