crow

i am always one wrong word away from being shot by all the people who find me tolerable

Sober as fuck at the back of the club going onto Wikipedia and typing "List of birds"

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it

the trolley problem except the guy tied to one set of tracks is your friend and someone you trust and one of the few people in the world that you genuinely like and he's begging for his life and he's saying that you're murdering him and he's screaming and clawing and running like a wild animal. on the other set of tracks is every living thing on the planet. its a no brainer, obviously. but he will still scream. this happened to my good friend eva stratt

*takes a bite of my cigarette*...... heh. the character...... *walks into a small puddle but it swallows me up like the ocean* *i am found dead years later in maine*

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public