reclusive poet

i love you characters who yearn for something they cannot have. i love you characters who are weak and pathetic and unknowable. i love you characters who reach for connection. i love you characters who bite at the hand that reaches back. i love you characters who let their anger define them. i love you characters who become unknowable even to themselves.

(about a problematic ship) actually i think the power dynamics should get more unbalanced and they should have less respect for each other's autonomy and they should violate more boundaries and commucate worse and fuse together in a tangled mass of tragedy until the lines between them blur and vanish and they are one single unified embodiment of unending worship

sitting on the edge of my bed sad as hell and then being like “oh i haven’t listened to music in several days” and then it saves me every time yayyyy music i love you music

sorry i can’t talk right now i have to listen- yeah i have to listen to music. its urgent. yeah its kind of an all day thing. you understand

"I've held many hands, felt the skin of loved ones, picked up spiders to take outside, saved worms off of the sidewalk, wiped away tears, pet dogs and picked many dandelions."

does anyone want to play themes and motifs with me