part-time soulmate, full-time problem

at the bus stop showing a stranger the picture of the devil that I keep in my wallet

i just feel strongly that work shouldnt be the Main Activity of five days out of the week

"who said that" is a powerful spell that casts a defensive bubble around your most vulnerable thoughts

I’m gonna kill (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) someone else (remembers murder is bad) on accident (realizes it’s not an accident if I say I’m gonna do it) and I know because I’m from the future (remembers lying is bad) no I’m not (feels guilty) I’m so so sorry (remembers actions speak louder than words) (does a backflip)

They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.

died and came back wrong and no one could tell the difference

died and came back wrong but only to myself. died and came back and nobody noticed i died. died and people think i came back better. died and came back wrong only in a specific sense of "wrong". died and fought like hell to come back and everyone thinks it was easy. died and came back mentally wrong and physically fine and tearing myself apart from the inside. died and hiding everything that went wrong. died and trying so hard to show what is wrong and nobody notices.

i do consider myself a temporarily embarrassed lightning wizard

I have mastered the art of being hard on myself for things I would tell anyone else are not that deep

some days are really hard and it can be difficult to understand why. but usually its probably because my blood is haunted