#jerome morrow

Hate it when your crippling self hatred moves you to sell your identity to someone you deem inferior just to sneer as they crumble under the weight of the societal pressure you’re buckled and broken under, only to see him taking your name to greater heights than you could’ve ever done yourself with such passion and enthusiasm that it softens your bitterness enough to actually attempt vulnerability and human connection with this man only to have him constantly put you aside for a woman colleague he’s barely spoken to- all of which culminating in you killing yourself when your body samples are no longer needed by him. It happened to my good friend Jerome E. Morrow

watching Gattaca and I'm probably the first and only person to ever think this but I think Jerome and Vincent should kiss

fuccckkk... thats my eugenicist space program... shittt those are my toxic codependent gmo gay boys...