my grandpa got hit by a bazooka and the only thing i’ll say: hah, got ‘em.

i’m neither beautiful nor admirable . i’m tired and i’m bruised .

⫷You wouldn't believe how thoroughly I'm attacked in my thoughts. Always thinking about how easy it would be, to give up. After all this hard work. But the best part about growing numb to your circumstances, is having the resolve to make it out, regardless of how much pain is left before then.⫸

You think you're the hero of this story... But deep down, you're as filthy as anyone else.

IT’S TIMES LIKE THIS THAT MAKE ME WISH THAT-
I WISHED THAT I WERE DEAD.
I DON’T WISH I WERE DEAD.
BUT SOMEBODY’S GOT TO GO!

i’m not. you have the kid.
oh, better yet, why don’t you take her * to olive garden.

( he’s just gonna ignore that last comment. )

you * can go and eat at home, i have work that requires my attention.

𝓐𝗹𝗲𝘅𓈒 BLOWS YOU UP WITH MIND

..
i’m afraid i’ve lost my appetite.

burgers ?
doordash ?
are you even listening to yourself.. YOU are being unreasonable. don’t be mad that i have class and you don’t.

⫷Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you're a monster.. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.⫸

rough bites and cuts
swelling with blood,
this body is
unforgiving.
vindictive.
vicious.
vile.

of fucking course * you would mention doordash. you 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 bastard. got any other suggestions ?

….
i am not * getting seen in an olive garden.

but why * would you choose olive garden for our.. anniversary. don’t you think i deserve something more elevated than that ?

now where did i say that ?

are you serious.

… ?

nah i’m 100% done with that community.

if living means bowing down to the likes of you bastards, I’d rather die on my feet with my head held high.

⫷Villains aren't born, darling. We're made.⫸

𝓐𝗹𝗲𝘅𓈒 taking a break from the other community and migrating over here. i missed the guy.

amidst scattered papers when he got the call. at first he chose to ignore, 𝙛𝙖𝙧 too busy on trying to connect a possible location of the kid.

—but it just kept going on and on… snatching the communicator with a tight grip like it could break.

“ what. “

your throat is raw from screaming to a god who isn’t listening .

drown it out, drown it out.

i watch him in the kitchen, and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.

excellent. i’m glad to hear it. the only 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 fucking thing to happen today. say, why not take the rest of the day off ?

hm. how’ve you been ? you’ve been getting your tasks done, correct ?

hehe. no need to be jealous, it’s not a good look on you. you’re my only mutt, don’t worry.