When You Grow Up Completely Inadequate And Below-average: No Good At Conversation, Or Sports, Or Looks,

when you grow up completely inadequate and below-average: no good at conversation, or sports, or looks, or intelligence, no passion or talent—

self destruction is a neat party trick for a while; you're a child proidgy until you find out kids years younger are reaching into their skin and starving to a rot

is it really extraordinary once you turn 14?

is your hurt enough once it becomes bearable?

are you poetry after the poem has finished?

but now it's too late too little, you've long since abandoned identity in favour of the much more rewarding role of "sick"

you lack the skill to turn this nothingness into somethingness, pain into art that used to be implied with your youth

sit with it now

more awkward bedroom fit checkz xD i can't wait to be able to wear this dress again, its so cold out! / sotd is lucretia my reflection <3

i wear this jacket pretty much daily xD post w glasses and no makeup, for transparency's sake(?) happy 2024 btw! can't wait to post some gothy stuff i got on holidays / sotd is 'i don't wanna be me' by type O

top five favourite late night songs <3

- black no.1 (little miss scare - all)

- military fashion show

- these things

- nine while nine

- enjoy the silence

i wandered into the abyss before she could bring herself to care

and now nobody can pull me out because their hooks and anchors sicken me

the light i once craved feels blinding

classroom pic - lately all i can see is imperfections // sotd is 4st 7lb by the manics <3