✑ where latvian sons sing.

always chewing on characters who would Never do anything as vulnerable as admit what happened but the signs are all there. stark, shiny scars they brush off concern for. pains that crop up at strange times. obsessive habits they refuse to break and aversions they won’t explain. bags under their eyes and a thin face, no matter how competent they are at whatever task is set before them. a worn cog still turns. even if everyone can see the damage, it doesn’t need to draw attention. really.

My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”

Characters with enough intellect and common sense to clearly and easily grasp that something is a Bad Idea, but with enough chaotic dumbass energy to decide they gotta just go ahead with it anyway are on point.

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

no “carrd.” you learn things about me based on what you can piece together from the vague details of my life I disclose in rare moments of vulnerability

maybe this silly little coffee drink will equip me to face the unrelenting and unendurable horror of existence

why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

“i read the book you recommended” is a love language.

[ SMS ] ....Ahem [ SMS ] Neither do I. 

Instead of meat I eat veggies and *blows some confetti out of his hand*

i hope he dies

didn’t say a name but he popped into your head didn’t he <3