~Ian~

another night staring at the ceiling

This but I have glow in the dark stars on my ceiling

i wish i could pull your skin apart/ slip my hand between your wet ribs/ gasp/ cup your warm/ malleable heart/ in my palm/ fingers/ curling around you/ feel you expand/ through me/ as i squeeze/ and squeeze/ and squeeze/ until you feel how alive you really are/

me trying to explain my special intrests

sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc

i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth

Ouch my feelings

Hi forgive him

I love after a concert when everyone is wandering around the city having an experience

something i really enjoy in horror movies is when the victim(s) start to hunt the killer in return in order to kill them first, both because it's an interesting parallel that (if done well) asks the audience to consider the question of when violence and killing are a justifiable means to an end in order to survive and at what point it crosses the line from acceptable to abhorrent and condemns the perpetrator, and also because it's a little bit funny. like i can do that too bitch you're not special.