this blog is under deconstruction

Slowly becoming the person I should’ve been a long time ago.

“come, let us march against the powers of heaven, and set black streamers in the firmament to signify the slaughter of the gods” is such a raw line you’d think it’s from Shakespeare, but it’s actually from the slightly earlier Elizabethan dramatist Christopher Marlowe

i might be doing really terrible on the emotional regulation front but in my defense ive had a gaping hole in my chest since i was 12

cursed with "do you still like me?" "are you mad at me?" "did i do something wrong?" disorder

"that character is straight" oh not by the time i'm done with them...

really wish gender was more of a hobby and less of a societal contract and mandate

lets give it up for pleasures of the flesh !!