O S S U A R I E _

I’m done w diagnoses there’s nothing wrong w me. I’m just a bit peculiar and eccentric

There is a child sitting beside you on a train inside your mind. This child believes that the past is a place that can be returned to. The earnestness with which it believes this to be true is terrifying. If it tries hard enough—or, maybe, if it’s not careful—it is sure that it will find its way back home, into a version of the world that feels more real than this one. The child stares out of the window, waiting with longing or terror for a stop it’s sure is coming up. Nothing you say to it can convince it otherwise. Station after station pass by. You want to wait with the child—how can you leave it behind, all on its own?

apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life

(TI spoilers) cato is...the ultimate murder woobie. we LOVE cato and we SUPPORT him if he needs to do murders to cope