Running From My Own Life Now

this and everyone asked about you

Pretty village, Norway

My mother, was God before I knew what God was

My father, was an angel, abandoned, fallen, blood still smeared on his ivory wings

I tend to forget that God seemed to forge the fall of Satan

But I am reminded when I find feathers painted with maroon in the corners of my mind

How long do we have before the love starts to rot?

Do you always have to look your lover in the eye when you twist the knife?

Was the gun pointed at his temple or yours?

I don’t even have words for what is going on inside me anymore. Sore? Exhausted? Worn? Helpless? I don’t know. I just know whatever I’m feeling is too much to bear on my own. I feel like an omen, I feel like I hold everyone back, and I know by expressing these feelings it creates some sort of truth within them, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. I am feeling so much, and I feel like I’m nothing but a liability. I feel like everything I say just makes things infinitely worse.

Happy posting on the Blr?!!??!?

aphex twin

I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.

thinking...

from “an inevitable entry”