always an angel, never a god

"why do you write?" because it’s the only way to silence the characters pacing around my brain like victorian ghosts with unresolved issues that prevent them from moving on.

"can you match my freak?" sure, but can you match my goofy goober? can you match my silly goose? I bring a "strange lil guy but in a funny way" kind of energy to the party, and you better be able to handle it

me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea

Can’t believe there’s men who just walk around with rings and bracelets on… sluts

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

i always feel so bad when i tag some random tumblr user's posts with my ocs lmao... like nice post, sorry it reminded me of the unbelievably fucked up mentally ill guy i made up and got attached to

“i just like my alone time” i say as if loneliness hasn’t been all i’ve known since childhood