jesus fucking christ you don't understand nothing will ever compare to the first time i read adam parrish describing himself as lonesome. like no i am not alone nor lonely exactly i'm just fundamentally apart from people i'm still close with because of reasons outside of my control. like genuinely out of my control i'm not just saying that. i am in pure essence Something Else. an entirely separate item. people love me. like me even. i've got friends. i engage with them in a meaningful way. i am just slightly apart and you can barely see the separation but it is there and girl i feel that separation as if i were feeling myself breathing. is this what it means to exist
i'm having a shawm mccomb summer (swimming, running, reading, and depression)
my hobbies? Uhhhhh symbolism mostly. metaphors and implications and the like.
if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like
he’s a 10 but one of his paintings keeps getting uglier and more horrific with each passing day
ao3 🤝 spotify 🤝 pinterest
holy trinity
it's crazy how, if you're not conventionally attractive but you're confident and know your worth, it will both attract people who are also confident and comfortable in their own skin, but also act like one of those dog whistle frequencies that absolutely drives the most miserable, insecure people (men AND women) out of their minds. people will see you just living your life and not being paralyzed with insecurity with every decision you make and go "oh pretty girl let's hate on her" and honestly all you can do with that is chuckle and move on
Ur mysterious dream girl is pulling on a push door
me as soon as october starts:
He woke up in the dark. It was too hot in the little room they’d put him in, being early August. Though he supposed that could be the fever. He always had a high -
my roman empire is that i will never be able to experience a friendship as deep as the marauders had