#notsure

Wanderer drip marketing had brought me back from the grave

You leave yourself in parts of her, she leaves the door open but walks faster away just like there’s nothing else to say except when the pain gets too loud -  she unveils hurt like a sliced passionfruit coiled in the vein of existence, enough to each share bites in persistently sad ways trading hurt for hurt in raged-filled exchanges that live and die on passive-aggression, you: old and only half alive and you - struggle with the tainted memories, the hive of buzzing anxieties and thoughts and always at a pathetic loss for words when the time comes, she leaves the light on but there’s no comfort in that room only dark little fantasies that subsume she, her, this personal fear you’ve buried in your ribs has stopped even singeing your skin, you just keep yourself in ruin out of habit and lavishly soak it all in.

You deserve the same love that makes flowers bloom

Just realised that matt murdock is the Steve Rogers of the defenders in a way