the world is quiet here

do you want to play dead bodies with me

floats along your dash face down and quiet and cold

Stop saying “do it scared” i do everything scared I sleep scared Boy i’ll kill u

What would you do if you were scrolling through recommended tumblr posts and one was from someone you don't know and it was just a picture of your dad captioned "fucking hate this guy" and it had hundreds of notes

reblog it

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

to be so understanding and never understood is draining.

I hope in the next life I’m loved from the start.

the “i wanna go home” never leaves my head even when i’m physically sitting in my bed

Out of all the people who have ever disliked me NO ONE will ever dislike me as much as my mother

i love when a character is a ghost but in a tragic way instead of a scary way. i love when a character has been dead from the beginning but is still holding on to stay in the narrative. i love when a character could choose to resent the living but ends up loving them instead. i love when a character drives the story but isn’t quite there enough to be at the center of it. i love when the ghosts are the protectors instead of the ones causing the harm. i love when a character is at the heart of the story because depending on where you began it, no matter how you told it, the story is about the ghost who struggled to keep their humanity

ohh i get it now (doesn’t)

sources are saying ohhhhhhhhh brother

the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form