Might Fuck Around And Only Wear Tweed, Turtlenecks And Oxfords, Drink Worrying Amounts Of Coffee, Leave

People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

anarchism and god complex

when Charles Bukowski wrote— “ i often carry things to read / so that i will not have to look at / the people. ” i felt that.

~I dance on the glass, we dance in each other's eyes and in the madness I push you away because you recognized the bitterness of my soul.~

honestly henry winter

To be human.

The coolness of hate turning warm under a tender touch.

Salty tears watering a dried up husk, soft hands soothing aching eyes.

Heart held devotion and tired bitter lies.

Life so fleeting, as swift as a bird. Moments that ground us to roots of this earth.

To be human is run fast and fall, but never to give up and to always laugh at that dizzying gall.

If I had wings I'd learn to swim, for this life is a cliffegde and I won't jump on a whim.

my holy trinity: me, my playlist, and my coffee

every narrator is unreliable bc ontological truth is non-existent and therefore unattainable

Hits hard darlings

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies