girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”
In my cryptidcore era for summer again. might go bone hunting
oh oh oh oh where I GOOOO WHEN I GO THERE NO MORE SHADOOOOOOWSSS ANYMOREEEE ONLY YOU THERE IN THE KISS AND NOTHING MISSING AS YOU'RE DRIFTING TO SHORE (where I go)
where I go... when I go there... noooo more weeping anymore.... (oh no no... no) Only INNNNN AND OUT YOUR LIPS the broken WISHES washing WITH them to shore....
touch me (touch me) all silent (all silent) baby just tell me... tell me please all is forgiven TOUCH me consume my wine... consume my MIND I'LL TELL YOU WHERE WHERE THE WINDS SIGH
TOUCH ME!!!!
The time between midnight and 6 am is yearning hours
have you ever thought about the creatures
I AM the fucking creatures. When I die I will be a corpse on the side of the highway baby! and when you drive by you won't say "oh my god that's a person" you will say "aww poor little bugger" like you would when you see a dead Racoon.
Oh, to be a cryptid somewhere between 'eldritch horror with too many eyes to count' and 'ethereal being composed of constellations and moonlight' who lives deep in the woods in an old and abandoned library
Stupid fucking names that Americans call their kids:
Apple
Blanket
Bear
&
shit
sometimes a family is you, the hero, the cold, the broken, the smitten, the cheated, the skeptic, the stubborn, the opportunist, the paranoid, the hunted, the contrarian, the princess you all have repeatedly failed the slay, and the narrator who hates you all.
holy shit, this is just me 24/7
All I know is read Richard siken, cry, listen to hozier, yearn, think about the goldfinch, talk about Eddie kaspbrak, be gay, eat hot chip and lie