calm down gordon you literally weren’t using it
idk
apollo: uh, there's a dead body backstage
klavier: bummer :/ anyways herr forehead (affectionate) *twirls hair* this MEANIE here implied that i'm NOT a perfect princess >:( prove him wrong pls :D today is the worst day of my life :(
https://archiveofourown.org/works/13119918?view_full_work=true
Description: Five years after graduation, two heroes are brought together by coincidence, work together by necessity, and stay together by choice, trust, and maybe just a little bit of love
Check this fic out its really cool
When I tell you this man has ruined the way I think. I love him.
Something is wrong with me and don’t know what
Every morning I wake up and wish I didn’t
I put on clothes and resist the itch under my skin
pick and peel and theres always more layers
Who’s vessel am I in?
I eat food and only feel the textures
All I taste is dust
There are three hair ties where there should be two
I try not to greet my reflection,
It doesn’t matter, I’ll forget what he looks like when I leave the room
I hate my hair and the way I dress
I think there’s something wrong with me
I look up my interests in class because the people there scare me
I can’t look them in the eyes
If I must talk I become a facsimile of whoever they need me to be
I can tell my smile doesn’t reach my eyes.
I can’t check because I hate that thing in the mirror
I watch existentialist tv and relate to the people in the shows
They ask the tired questions
“Who am I,”
“Why am I here?”
“Am I a good person”
I know none of those answers
I stay in bed all day
It’s the only place I feel safe, sequestered from the world
Sometimes I like to imagine I’m sick just so my family will take care of me
I don’t think they like me very much
I dread going to bed
I love getting under the covers
I love nobody coming to bother me
If I died here nobody would know until the next morning
And even then not until after 3
I love to sleep
I get to die in any way that matters for a bit
When you’re asleep you can pretend nobody knows you
And you know nobody
I hate waking up
I hate remembering I am known
I have therapy on Saturday
She’ll ask me how I’m doing
I’ll forget all of this by then
She tells me I have successes
But measured against others I’ve done practically nothing
What am k doing with my life
Is this even worth living
Am I even worth living
I write
I erase
I don’t make anything worthwhile
Why even try
it stays in my notes to rot anyways
I want tk go missing
I think there’s something wrong with me
I think vanishing is a way of showing love
Leaving and letting people think you got raptured
It’s beautiful in a way
Trucy Wright is so insane cause like imagine you’re a one direction fan and you randomly run into Harry Styles at a crime scene and he immediately starts trying to fuck your brother and that’s only like the 6th weirdest thing to happen to you that day
i never draw myself so here i am
I know I'm innactive but damn is this funny
shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode