Also Out Of Context Chat Between Me And Pookie @dual-poet-identity Which I Might Make A Whole Like...

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*looks at sherlock* it’s very smoll

Buy Bills Book tomorrow chat! i wish i could preorder/get it but i cant till september 😔 rip but yeah take this doodle

my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

chrys fucking killing a man :3

br... brokeback mountain🥺 @behindscenes-identity its us

Something something… cowboys…

wow i got back i to gravity falls RIGHT before the new book comes out 😨 im just so cool like that bro, its a sign.

no particular reason to choose ford, i just always liked him because he dresses cool lol

Reblog for sample size and also tell me why in the tags. I want violence. I want discourse. I want bloodshed

i need this to happen sometime soon preferably

Getting over your weekly breakdown

bpd splitting rn so we hate him now (only to want to go back to him crying again)

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Even in sunlight,

when the wind is soft

and someone loves me—

I am already gone.

The ‘yes’ lives

in my marrow,

quiet,

not dramatic—

just there,

like breath.

Joy feels like

a borrowed shirt.

It fits,

but it isn’t mine.

Laughter echoes

off walls I don’t touch.

I watch it float

and fall

like dust.

Ask me again.

Ask me on a good day.

Ask me when the sky is gold.

The answer is still yes.

Because even the light

can’t reach the basement

where I live.

And God knows,

I don’t want to live.