cant get over how cool i am when im not acting like a neurotic prey animal
is he, you know….(mimes killing hector and dragging him around the walls of troy) bi
i am writing all the time except just like
inside of me and not outside
people ask me what im into im just like um idk quiet things alone things
my body is a temple and I am the slithering many-limbed horror that dwells there
sick of having to pretend to know stuff about things. i don’t know anything about any stuff
I see a woman in my head, I know how she’s going to act, I know how she’s going to look, and I know how she’s going to dress, and I’m going to do everything in my power to become that woman.