Anonymous said: what's the point of this blog
- me when i dont got this: i got this
Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.
Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.
- me: hello darkness my old friend
- darkness: do i know u
I WANT TO DYE MY HAIR BLUE
I WANT A NOSE RING
I WANT A TATTOO
I WANT TO DO THINGS
WITH MY OWN BODY
BUT I CANT
BECAUSE OF SCHOOL
AND ALSO BECAUSE MY MOM
I miss the way you used to twangle our feet in bed even though I hated it, I miss how uneven your beard was and how the hair didn’t grow where your dimples were because you smiled so much, I miss your scars, I miss how tight you used to grab me in bed and I couldn’t breathe against your chest but I loved it, I miss the way you press your tongue against your teeth when you smile for pictures, I miss the way you forced me to look you in the eye when you called me beautiful, I miss how you always rubbed my hands with your thumb when we held hands like it was protocol. I miss you, I miss you so fucking much.
take me to an art museum and stroke my hair and tell me im the prettiest thing in the room