#d.distortion

I think the only way to combat that is to take myself out before something bad and out of my control happens to me.

About me

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Dorian || INTP || Ambidextrous || This is mainly my poetry account ||

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I’m chill with anyone interacting + I’m not mean I promise! I just look that way lol

DMs are always open

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Fandoms I dabble most in:

Tales from the gas station, true crime, the raven cycle, villains duology, malevolent

Things I’m into:

Old web graphics, Vampires, Pretty knives, Explore With Us yt channel vids, Psychology, Sad gray aesthetics, 90s emo, 90s anything, atwwd + wine and crime, The Magnus Archives, Tales from the gas station, creepypasta, audiobooks, analog horror,

Fave media:

Exquisite Corpse - Poppy Z. Brite

Malevolent

The raven cycle

These violent delights - Micah Nemerever

Villains duology - V. E. Schwab

Disco Elysium

The Magnus Archives - podcast

The talented Mr. Ripley (1999)

Fave bands:

Sunny Day Real Estate, Million Dead, 12 RODS, Knocked Loose, Nirvana, Dismemberment Plan, Reuben, My Chemical Romance, Far, Mineral, Joy Division, The Decemberists, Scarling, Dresden Dolls, Manic Street Preachers, HIM, Bright Eyes, Acid Bath, Panuccis Pizza, KMFDM, Silverchair, Death Cab for Cutie, Slint, Leonard Cohen, Cursive, Modest Mouse, The Dear Hunter, Glassjaw, Set to Stun, Nine Inch Nails, Dumb As Rocks, El Creepo, Jack Conte, The Paper Chase, The Devil Makes Three, Braid, The Requiem, Mad Kelly, Blue October, any emo band ever new or old

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0:00 ───|────── 4:25

I can never quite wash off the insanity.

I can never be without this horrifying sickness.

It’s a beautiful sunny day.

I go outside and notice that the city’s buildings stand especially tall today, gesturing towards the sky like an invitation from cosmic horrors no one believes in.

The sky scrapers are pointing me towards the vast open mouth of the universe and poking fun at my fear of losing oxygen in a vacuum that no one can see.

I lunge for the floor, anything to grab onto, the discarded plastic bags and newspapers laying next to my clammy palms can’t help me now.

This time it’s really going to take me.

Don’t the onlookers know what’s about to happen?

How can they just watch as if they don’t care?

I wish I could slip through the sky’s fingers but I don’t think I’d ever be so lucky.