_(:3」∠)_ Same as it ever was. Now with 30% more air in the bag. Vintage 8-track tapeworm. 24. she/her. bi. melancholic. (if u know my real name.... no u don't here for this blog!!!! i'm trying to keep this kinda separate a little bit)
it’s like every month there’s some shit from the us that’s like “congressman for iowa john hamburger has introduced the Put Everyone Into A Meat Grinder bill (s.911) & it’s about to get passed to the senate everyone call your reps now!!!” & it’s something that affects the entire world
I'm a little bit obsessed with his tragedy. Going in day after day, is he reminded just a little too much of what he has to lose, by everyone around him? And can't even say so? Acting the role of his work, almost like a part to play, and he plays it so well. Knowing it's supposed to be important, but what could be as important as what he stands to lose? What he has already lost? Goddamn it, how doesn't he just call out every time? It's just about all he has left, but doesn't it hurt? The joy he has left in life puts him around people who are in some way probably like the person he lost/is losing. Doesn't it eat him inside? Isn't he scared for them, too? How can he take this normally?
Or maybe I'm reading him completely wrong haha :) If he's taking it well, good for him, show me how man (he's not real he can't)
pssst don't tell a couple of my friends but sometimes when i'm scared of going to work i dress kinda similar to one of their ocs and i feel less afraid then. he seems like he's holding it together as best as he can (outwardly, at least), and i like to feel like maybe I can try for a few hours too :')
For the last time: Mary Shelley and Lord Byron were friends. She didn't hate him. His death was a very painful loss to her. She didn't write Frankenstein because she was stuck in a house with him and he was an unbearable person. For God's sake, just read her journals and letters.
No, no, I won’t let Jacob marry me. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. The more I know of this world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I will be mistress of myself.