*sees The Icon Of A Mutual I Literally Never Talk To* Oh Look It’s My Friend

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

my thing i haven’t made is so good 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

like. imagine seeing your sibling at 18. and then not seeing them again until you’re 28. and then not seeing them again until you’re both 58. but you’re identical twins so every time you look in the mirror you wonder if this is what they would’ve looked like.

imagine never needing glasses but your brother did, and then in your adulthood your eyes get worse and you suddenly need glasses and you pick out the same frames your brother wore.

imagine always protecting your brother growing up cause he was different and kids picked on him. but you always protected him. and then you have a falling out and neither of you speak for years, and then finding out that in those years you didn’t speak, he was being isolated and tortured by a monster and didn’t think you’d come if he called. but then he calls and you go. and his house has blood on the floor in every room and writing on the walls and his journal devolves into paranoid ramblings. and you can’t protect him because you showed up and he got ripped away. and you can’t even ask him what the writing or the blood or the state of the house means because he’s gone. and you don’t have a penny to your name so you have to clean the blood up yourself and fix the house and live there. so you board up his room.

wrote 1.2 words today #empowered

i already don't like talking or sharing too much but you ASK for it and then don't go insane with me likeeeeee what is the point

hate when ppl i share something w isnt excited or Enthusiastic about it in the slightest and then complains when i don't share anything anymore. for instance one time i sent multiple paragraphs going insane over something and they replied with just two dry ass messages like bitch Am i your freehand jester of some sort

the swears that non-native-english-speakers come up with are absolutely fantastic sometimes. my friend just said “she is fuck as shit” instead of “she is fucking shit” and now i cant stop saying things are fuck as shit. the weather is fuck as shit. my homework is fuck as shit. phenomenal.

it's that time of the month where anything i write or draw equals shit and i Shall be killed by Being strapped into a plane in the air until my skin unfolds from the wind

poolverine is actually hilarious if you think about it. take wolverine, the man who is used as a weapon all his life, who is doomed to witness every single death of his loved ones, meeting the maybe the only man who is equally as doomed as him in the favors of immortality, who spent his life trying to make a use of himself, make himself important, when being important was a curse who only brought pain to wolverine.

I'm fine, I just have a gaping black hole in my chest that cannot be filled. But other than that,