—ʀᴜᴍɪ

somewhere inside me is a merciful， forgiving person. somewhere there is a person who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than ever imagined. but if i saw them， i wouldn't recognize them.

boy slash dream. boy of ash-hands and honey-tongue. boy made from atoms and blood cells, from milk teeth and lilacs, from watching the night-stars turn red as new myths. boy who sings, sings sings to the ink.

never again will i be gentle. i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows. i will remain rough.

“Good afternoon/ evening everyone. Hope you all are having a good day.”

i laid before the monuments of love / now i’m buried underneath them.

pure–black death and an angel’s embrace.

i’d bleed for anything if it held me the right way.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀among the 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 , I am well hidden ; who looks for a leaf in the forest ?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍 are the only things at make me feel alive .

you know this is 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 , right .ᐣ ╱ well , yeah , that’s what makes it 𝒇𝒖𝒏 .

you’re a heap of flesh and guts and blood in a wax museum. the only thing real. sickeningly real. crimson and warm where the others are pale and cold. revoltingly red, nauseatingly alive. you’re a child in a graveyard.

| oh lord the first time i was hiding under my covers almost in tears bc i didn’t know what to do. I got it out of my bedroom so I could get dressed. Then left for work 2 hours early lol.

MINNIE/ See I don’t think I would ever be calm in that situation. I’d probably lock myself in the bathroom and call 911. 🤣