#hard.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

the ghost of your bloodline

you were doomed from the start, weren’t you? born to bend yourself to the will of a bloodline that sneers at every effort you take towards betterment. you are stained by the hand of your father, your mother, perhaps a family member that looms over your weary shoulders. the first grave is the childhood home, after all. you can escape all you wish. your body can leave the home, the state, the country, but you will always be haunted by what raised you. when chelsea dingman wrote, “i have been trying to go home my entire life.” when graham greene wrote, “from childhood i had never believed in permanence, and yet i had longed for it.” when oscar wilde wrote, “a burnt child loves the fire.”

looked up lyfs name in an attempt to learn how to pronounce it

I am not immune to Wakkie propaganda

gloved and blushy versions under the cut