Flounder/Falter/Flourish

theyre taking me out back behind the shed presumably to give me a medal for my valor and heroism

i’m having an affair with Open in New Tab

i think we as a society need to start accepting that fictional love stories need to be a bit toxic for us to go insane over them… like, sometimes you kinda need the two parties to be obsessed with each other and fucked up and willing to bring each other back from the dead instead of moving on and go to therapy i’m sorry😔

i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre

once i figure out how to undoom her from the narrative the wedding is BACK ON

in a way i am my own dead wife

I’m ready to be transformed by the ibuprofen . I’m ready to be born again in its purifying light.

i won’t confess that i waited but i’m right where you left me. if you ever think you got it wrong, i let the lamp burn. you said you were gonna grow up (i’m sure you got a wife out there, kids and christmas) then you were gonna come find me (but i’m unaware). time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it. the woman who sits by the window—still sitting in the corner i haunt, cross-legged in the dim light—has turned out the light. if our love died young (the goddess of timing once found us beguiling) i can’t bear witness (i thought it was just goodbye for now). if you ever think you got it wrong, i hope you’d return. cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned (they expected me to find somewhere, some perspective, but i sat and stared). did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? forgive me peter, you left me no choice but to stay here forever.