&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
⠀then suddenly you’re left all alone with your body that can’t love you and your will that can’t save you.
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
⠀i fall asleep whispering “ i am safer alone, i am safer alone, i am safer alone ” […] forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
\\ @blindbcast
They should have more small moments together. Perhaps read the same book and discuss it like a book club.
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
my father takes me hunting to show me that he loves me, as if trying to kill things together will prevent us from killing each other.
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
when is your father not your father? does he stop being your father the first time he makes you cry, wail, weep — the first time he betrays you, shrinks you to a toy, has you begging, daddy, please —
even in death, will he ever stop being yours? ever-looming and waiting?
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
rotten in every bone. his father's son in every vein. blood blacker than pitch, shark's teeth, atlas' shoulders. he's got the devil in both ears.
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
the truth of you is that you're not so much a person, more snapshots of misery. photo stock of abject human terror.
&. 𝓱𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 retweeted
you are rotten, wasting yourself and those near away. you'll never be more than you are now.














