i'm rown, seventeen, i go by he/they pronouns. i'm queer & i usually don't know what to write when it comes to things like this. i'm a music producer / songwriter (i'm a beginner & still learning, but perhaps in the near future i will share some of my music with y'all).
i love
writing very cryptic and nonsensical poetry in my notes app
sad gay cowboys
music that makes me want to rip my heart out and give it to a stranger
exploring weird forgotten internet pages,
dancing in the dark in my room,
collecting CDs
nature
psychological horror
reading
i'm a firm believer that the world could be a better place someday, but definitely not in the near future.
dni: nazis, fascists, homophobes, transphobes, close-minded people
What if my nose was bleeding and your nose was bleeding and we had to kiss for some reason. Idk.
in the arms of the monster under the bed, i sit, watching my insides and grinning sinisterly at the other monster. the room shifts, swallows me, and spits me out like a vengeful brother worthy of punishment. my foot slips into rooms increasingly strange and filthy. i want to dance as if the end of the world didn’t come as predicted in two thousand fourteen, in slow-mo, and you with your headphones over your ears like a rogue pirate bored of reality, to hold me when i fall and bring me back to normality.
my english teacher not being a trumpie is kind of surprising to me maybe he isn’t that bad after all