This Disclaimer Pops Up Whenever I Start Talking

Cat Tarts

There is no grace that comes from my actions. My source is its own doomed timeline.

Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems; “You with the crack running through you”

[Text ID: “I wanted to put / my mouth on you / and draw out whatever toxin… / —but I understand. There are limits to love.”]

I know I’m horrible. Awful. I’m a bad person, I’ve done horrible things. But when it comes to you, I just can’t bring myself to care. I’ll do even worse for you, darling. Anything. Even if I become some unrecognizable monster, you’ll still love me, right?

Im normal about machines