* 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

Me:*talks to someone about my feelings* Me:*feels actual physical disgust*

i'd play in the creek now as an adult. i'd sit in the stream and collect rocks for a while

I love making shit up and lying to people and never telling them the truth 

I want to throw myself through April-blooming wildflowers, nearly choke on sweet grass. I want to wade naked into a creek all alone. I want to touch dad's shot gun. I want to stare into an old miserable shed as it drowns in fire and see it when I close my eyes.

I'm a sucker for a fucked up relationships. It's about that unhinged obsession. Limitless devotion. Love to the point of destruction.