The woods are lovely dark and deep

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

you relate to monstrous characters because you have toxic shame and live in a society that has convinced you that innocent parts of yourself are grotesque. I relate to monstrous characters because I am evil. we are not the same.

"you seem pretty normal to me" all the better to shock and betray you later on when it suits me. due to my evil ways.

material circumstances guide my blade

i got that dog in me but it's poorly socialized and i don't take it on as many walks as i should

His greed sickens me😤/silly