༺♱ grimy angel ♱༻

they think all the lisbon sisters are dead, but i'm still here

i'm feeling like sylvia plath today (without the writing skills)

i'm obsessed with being obsessed, that's it

today i wrote a fanfic in my university library. it was the best day of my life.

do you want to play the "i don't care" game? i win

where is the overwhelming love? where are the classics? where is my elite group of Greeks? where is my cigarette? where is the cult of Dionysus?

i need a "i am your muse and also a poet" type of relationship

of course we know each other, we met in my dreams

to my soulmate: your prayers asking me not to meet anyone are working

24/7 clarice lispector

i'm going to have a bacchanal with my Greek group and kill one of them, just for the plot

come back to me, rip your bones and come back to me. I will obey, I will be everything you miss. Just come back to me, freeze your brain and come back to me. I will kill your enemy if you need, I will give you some clarity. Come back to me.

sorry if I didn't answer you, I was busy reciting Lady Lazarus to my ghosts