This Song Makes Me Want To Run Through The Endless Fields In The Sunset

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

really the meaning of life is when a singer stops singing and the crowd knows every single word

do you think henry ever stayed up late unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling in his room thinking about the fact that he had killed two people and didn't hate it. thinking about the fact he might go on to kill more people just for the thrill of it; that if he killed himself he might just be saving the world from another serial killer, and how nice it would be to die the saint and not the sinner

I'm written by Donna Tartt. Not in the way that I'm ethereal and smart and well-read. But in the way that I will do anything to be perceived well by a bunch of pretentious people. In the way I never feel smart enough, worldly enough, or that I'll ever fit in, but I'll pretend that I do to a fault. In the way that despite it all, I still have a god complex regarding my intellect

whole life convincing yourself that you’re emotionless, cold and unbothered only to realise many years later that you created that version of yourself because in reality you couldn’t bare the thought of being vulnerable in any way

and when you finally realise that it’s not something to be proud of you also realise that it’s too late to re-learn everything

you feel great shame because you finally see that you weren’t actually strong - all of it was a weakness. the thing you hated the most. you couldn’t embrace it

and worst of all - you realise that you’ve become exactly like the person who hurt you in the beginning

My friends: "you've never had a crush on a fictional man in a book?... you're lying"

meanwhile, men in the books I've read:

• man murders ppl to test out a theory

• man makes a person out of limbs to test the limits of science and then abandons it

• man turns into a bug and dies

• man shoots another man because the sun was too hot

• man stabs his friend because of moral corruption and arrogance

im not lying it's not that hard i promise

oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society

The generation gap between me and ppl of my own age

still can't get over the fact that i lost my tsh book :(