follower.

i swear there is nothing innocent in these eyes.

running.

to cool a hot attitude, apply nice. to melt a cold attitude, address warmly.

where you need to be.

and every occasion when a mask was torn off, an ideal broken, was preceded by this hateful vacancy and stillness, this deathly constriction and loneliness and unrelatedness, this waste and empty hell of lovelessness and despair, such as i have now.

assumptions.

"you cannot hate other people without hating yourself."

be safe.

in search of the holy grail,

or whatever.
but really, don't even try and speak to me until i'm wearing these.
calling dibs fuckers