I Go Feral For Antiques. Who Held You? Who Loved You? How Did You End Up Here, With Me?

I go feral for antiques. Who held you? Who loved you? How did you end up here, with me?

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.

Alessandro Pagani, Untitled (Barry Lyndon)

aki + the fox devil

speed drew this god bless dana terrace and purple amity