I Don't Want To Be A Productive Member Of Society. I Want To Be A Poet And A Menace.

Having a father is like you're the worst man I've ever met my fondest childhood memories include you you treated my mom horribly you are trying to be a good person you're evreything I fear in a man no man will ever protect me like you do why do you hate women but love me?

mutuals i’d ominously stare at in a foggy gothic cemetery

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can't remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn't good enough for you but i'm not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can't tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don't ask me about my day. i miss you even though you're in the next room. i wish we didn't live together. i've never loved or resented anyone as much as i've loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?

Work Song by Hozier / Mahmoud Darwish

the mood swings have been insane lately. one okay productive day costs me two weeks of grief and apathy and anger. hot girls get it 

and I know I hurt you. I know it must have hurt a lot. but I need you to see that you hurt me too.

no, I don't want an apology. all I want is that you look at me and see that you have hurt me too. that it hurt a lot, too.

Francisco Goya and Gustave Doré Gothic Hatchings

no exchanges for this game!

tell me your romantic situation in my asks [NOT MESSAGES] and i'll shuffle a song for you and write down a verse of the song that stands out for me.

the only thing you have to do is reblog and like this post and you have to be following me!

be kind and patient!