rust and stardust

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

happy pride to girls who didn’t know that women could be nice to you, inscrutable polycules, straight people in forbidden marriages, body snatchers who kiss their own reflections, poets obsessed with long-dead warriors, predatory cougars, lesbians who are in fact the problem, and girls who are in love with a corpse

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

Great art, horrible and probably cannon

giving unread book back to the library makes me feel like i should be shot

The fact that some people say things like this while other people think it’s totally fine to starve children is something that really should be talked about more.

period i am against that for sure

so apparently that feeling of lethal nausea is called hunger

nah, cant be. its obviously the sins on my past. the darkness within me.

i havent done anything or been anyone ever

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies