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don’t feel bad, i’m usually about to die.

CHARACTER AESTHETIC: the firestarter/insurgent.

“show me w h e r e my armor ENDS, show me w h e r e my skin BEGINS.” 

Everyone around me: Stop doing stupid shit Me: no im sad

Here are the things that do fill me: a night sky, endless and rammed with stars. The soaring of a soundtrack over a triumphal point in a film trailer, something inside me stirring like an animal. Dark roads and cosy cars, and imagining having somebody I loved enough to distract me in the front seat. Helplessness, sometimes. Anger, always.

Elisabeth Hewer, from “The Use of Tears,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)