*goes up to a polyamorous triad* so which one of you unspools the thread of fate, which one measures it, and which one cuts it?

fuck jobs i just wanna be a gay vampire

me, pressing the side of my head into my cat’s side: you sound like a car… i love you, motor boy

emotionally speaking i’m always standing at the end of a long pier staring out into thick fog coating a waveless, endless, bottomless ocean on an unnamed and purposefully forgotten planet

*running down foggy street dodging monsters personified of my sins* aaaaa lol

Drink water, get plenty of sleep, go mad in the forest, speak with the dead, take your meds, don’t talk to cops

the fact that my eyes don’t glow when i’m at my strongest is unacceptable and not on brand