you're a spark in the fucking dark & my clothes all fucking caught aflame u should feel how i fucking feel when smb says ur name im a fucking car speeding down the fucking blvd i don't even have a fucking break & i want you more than any stupid song could ever fucking say
been thinking ab the dead grandparent/special reading chair bit from baby j a lot this week. and i know the chair was there to teach patience — but i do think a special chair would maybe make me feel a little better right ab now
“what are your intentions with my son?” i just want to take care of him when he’s sick. i am poisoning him in order to do this but like. im also taking really really good care of him. so it evens out. you know like in terms of sins.