Arwen Meursault

insane to say but no amount of insults or buzzword caution will make me feel as remorseful as someone saying “youre being mean” does

do u ever come to the realization that you’re literally a slave to nostalgia. no matter how good your life is, you can’t help but compare it to childhood memories that play in your mind like a broken loop. the present is good, but does it have the rosy film of the past? will springs ever feel as they did when you experienced them as a child? will happiness ever feel as all-encompassing and endless? how can i ever be satisfied if i’m trying to chase a feeling no longer attainable to my grown up self

No offense but i’ll be your morning bright good night shadow machine i’ll be your record player baby if you know what i mean i’ll be a real tough cookie with the whisky breath i’ll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death

i love you films without sequels i love you limited series i love you stand alone novels i love you self-contained stories

“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.