Living Room Silhouette Sick Again :( // Sotd Is Friday I'm In Love By The Cure

living room silhouette — sick again :( // sotd is friday i'm in love by the cure <3

goth sweet sixteen; killer ghouls night :P my super-tall friend behind me lol // sotd is falling up (again)

old selfie photodump! from a 7am blizzard to being hammered at a concert it appears the RBF does not budge °~° / sotd is spellbound, by siouxsie and the banshees <3 (bonus cameo from my strange earrings collection?)

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

🩻 havent feeling feeling great recently, so heres some skeleton appreciation! i love this lil guy / sotd is blasphemous rumours by depeche mode 🩻

performative

if I got better, would I fade away?

like how a star is only awe-some when it burns

teen chic rage crackling into acceptance,

happiness at the cost of being seen

my words are venom

my anger is palpable in every stroke of razor and pen alike

what good am i without the pain that I illustrate into mirrors?

translated into words and verses to make my fellow aliens feel a little less alone

my torment is the connective tissue that allows me relevance

is it really peace, recovery, healing -

or is it giving up?