nico

if you hadn't noticed, this isn't a marauders account anymore.

i'd rather be infamous than forgotten.

why do you get to breathe the same air as i do? i hope you choke on it.

if you were a snail, i'd crush you under the heel of my boot until there's nothing left. but i suppose even that would be too merciful.

if you were a snail, i'd crush you under the heel of my boot until there's nothing left. but i suppose even that would be too merciful.

the best part about hitting rock bottom is that i don't have to dig through six feet of soil to drop your cold, lifeless body in the ground.

sometimes dead is better.

are those headlights coming straight at me or is it just my astigmatism?

i just.. don't want to anymore. i don't want to bother. i don't want to care but i do. i don't want to be associated with a transphobe because of something that used to bring me joy. i don't want to wake up every morning seething with hatred. i want them to fucking die. any of them. all of them. i don't care. i've had enough and i don't have the energy to pretend i'm a good person anymore.

i feel like y'all should know: despite my best efforts, i am still alive. tumblr just rots my soul a little more every time i open it

i'm swimming in the smoke of bridges i have burned.

this life is overwhelming and i'm ready for the next one.

i could've been so much more. i should've been so much more.