detail of big silly messy sad thing with many many layers of glitter glue

fuck you, my child is completely fine!

your child romanticises the idea of running far away and completely changing their personality, looks & soul as a way of coping with having no control over their life & being generally dissatisfied with who they have become

‘Adios’ by Lucas Simões, 2010.

This whole time you thought it was personal; but it's always been about the alpha dog. You're a good sidekick, dear Doc, but you'll never be a hero. A perpetual second choice - but in the end everyone chooses the lawman.

Constance Clootie (Wynonna Earp)

y'all ever hear a song and just. immediately adopt it into your aesthetic and self like “oh this,, this is me now,,, my whole identity,, is this song”

my mom told me that maybe the reason boys i love keep leaving me is because i’m not an “alpha male” and they might want someone “more dominant” who can “support them better”. she says that’s what her book on relationships has been telling her and that the reason her husband (my dad) doesn’t love her anymore is because she IS an alpha female and he doesn’t want that, he wants someone more submissive or whatever.

i mean. yanno what.

fuck it? fuck it. clearly who i am is getting me fucking nowhere right now as it is - i have no job, i have no home of my own, i have no money, most of my friends live long distance from the internet, and i can’t keep a lover longer than a year.

fuck it. maybe she’s right. maybe i need to man up and get my shit together. maybe then i’ll be taken seriously. maybe then i’ll be wanted.

so fine. if it’s some fucking stupid caricature of a Put Together, Financially Stable Dominant Male that the world apparently fucking wants then that’s what i’ll fucking be. 

i’m a generally kindhearted person but i have never wanted to k*ll a man as intensely and deeply as i do tonight. i am enraged.

relapsed again. wish I could say I was surprised but. eh.

“i drove by all the places we used to hang out, getting wasted i thought about our last kiss, how it felt; the way you tasted. and even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine... are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you? when he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones i wrote you? sometimes i start to wonder, was it just a lie? if what we had was real, how could you be fine?

‘cause i’m not fine at all.”

via vsco.co

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

Lemony Snicket // The Beatrice Letters (via qvotable)

im always trhe second choice and it never used to bother me i don’t think, and sometimes it still doesn’t but.

sometimes it does. sometimes it really does fucking bother me

im like a religious art piece. grotesque, haunting, full of melodrama and guilt and unsettlingly horny.