if you kick every LGBT person out of the country then tell me, who is going to listen to the Normal Album, Mr Will Wood? I just- I-in the sense that--
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Why are you lgbtq+? wrong answers only GO
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Bitches be like "im neurotypical" but then have savannah as their Spotify sound town
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I have never met a cishetallo will wood fan, they're all some flavour of queer
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against the kitchen floor [will wood]
i dont owe you my heart, and i dont owe you my body. but you should know that im sorry for being careless with you
lord knows i owe you more than i'm pretty sure i ever could give anybody. but i can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects; bottom shelf erotic products like me.
so, i could hold your hand but keep you at arm's length, oh - hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake. less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough. unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush
and i swear. i'm really trying!
get it together, chlo, know and do better. it just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for me.
i swear, i'm really trying. ohh, i'm sorry, i promise i'm doing my best, i just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet.
...i still don't know who you are. i only know that i'm still lonely, that morbid sort where even company can't cure me and the more you reassure the less i trust
but still you gave me your heart!!! i only gave you my body:(
honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone and so i left it home but now, now, now -
i keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head, oh monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends. i've lived more lives than enough, i haven't died quite as much, but i'm not a real person, just the shit you cant make up
and i swear i'm really trying. i'm just as exposed if i take off my clothes when we make the closest thing to love that i'm capable of
and i don't know why you would care. but, i'm really trying. ohh, i'm sorry, i promise, i'm doing my best; i just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet.
did i really have any of that gravity? maybe you're quicksand. because i really couldn't tell how deep my footprints went. the vertex of my redemption arc, the searching of that virgin heart
i'm catatonic in your arms, crying "how did i cause so much harm?" i'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor
apologizing for my life and ever entering yours.
don't say "i'm sorry but this can't go on," i know you got scars of your own. but hide my knives before you go, i'll either live or die alone
i swear. i will die trying
i'm still in the process, but i'm making progress. i promise i honestly want to prove improvement's possible. i swear
i'm so fucking sorry
i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all, but someday i'll be perfect and make up for it all
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