sometimes a relationship with your father is like “my father is a malignant presence, a bully, and a liar” and “I’m better than you” and “let me out. I don’t want to be you” and “I just do what my dad tells me” and “I can see through you” and “why did you never ask me?” and “he sees everything” and “you have a hard time finding a happy medium between worshipping him and wanting to kill him” and “he loves me. he does. it’s just a wrong kind of love expression” and “fuck dad, he can kick me as many times as he wants” and “pass me the fucking shotgun” and “dad, please. /what have you got in your fucking hand?/ i don’t know, love?/ love? you come for me with love?” and “there’s nothing you could say to me now that I would ever believe” and “are you a cunt?” and “he never even liked me” and “I can’t forgive you … but it’s okay. I love you” and “it’s what dad would do” and “you hated him./ I loved him” and “maybe the poison drips through” and “he was so terrifying to us” and “when he let you in, when the sun shone … it was warm in the light” and most importantly, “he made me breathe funny”
can’t wait to find another little piece of poetry that makes me feel like ive been punched in the throat
This is so chaotic. I love it
Cursed school presentations? Thank you!
I hate presentations 😂but who doesn’t?
I hate it when people expect me to be on my best behaviour all the time. Bitch, I was up late crying over a book character and I have a million assignments to submit. I'm not in the mood to listen to you or give validation
My last and only Request shall be, That my self may only bear the Burthen of your Grace’s Displeasure, and that it may not touch the Innocent Souls of those poor Gentlemen, who are likewise in strait Imprisonment for my sake. If ever I have found favour in your Sight; if ever the Name of Anne Boleyn hath been pleasing to your Ears, then let me obtain this Request.
Oscar Wilde. That's all.
Professor: *puts an Oscar Wilde quote on the board and asks us to say whether or not we agree with it and why*
Me, choking back tears at having to say this: I...agree with Oscar Wilde
me: *puts effort into my appearance before i go out anywhere* *checks myself out in any reflective surface i encounter* *observes myself in the mirror from the perspective of a stranger*
the unavoidable presence of margaret atwood that resides permanently in my consciousness:
type “i am” in the tags and whatever comes up first is your new mandatory kin
whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)
“Sometimes you have to accept the fact that there are things that will never go back to how they used to be.”
— Unknown
i love this
yr locked in a room alone with three adult men but you feel perfectly safe. who are they