Alice,

alice,

you’ve disappeared, like everything else.

i’m lost, alice.

when you left, you took

e v e r y t h i n g

with you.

she's literally The fashion industry

and just like that I'm 14 again, glancing up every few minutes and seeing that hours have passed while I've been staring at the wall paralyzed and empty and so alone that I want to stay alone because I've learned so much new pain and betrayal and loss since the last time I was like this that maybe I should've just stayed this way

y’all will call elliot alderson your comfort character as if he’s ever had a day of comfort in his life

if my roommates are ever home when I don't think they are and they hear how much I talk to my cat (and the dumb things I say to her) I fear they'll have me committed