╱╱ emotionally tormenting theo by making her go home. imagine ur mom blames u for her youngest sons death and ur brother doesn’t fw u cause you were cheating on his friend with women and ur other brother haunts ur childhood bedroom
* supreme trickster. retweeted
i’ve pulled everyone i wanted , just wasn’t able to make them stay #crazynotugly
stepping into work and being bombarded with questions about my coworker. yes i know where she is, no i’m not going to make that known. the fuck.
there’s only one door left now, having stepped through the other one, so it’s clear to her that she’s in the closet. squints as she approaches, as though preparing for some kind of defence, and when she pulls open the door, she sort +
+ of softens, regret stewing in stomach and making her nauseous——she looks so scared, different to how she’s seen her before. hands are held up, as though to prove she isn’t going to do anything, maybe if the other can see them, +
having a moment of weakness but my heart has never ached and yearned as much as it is now for misty to come home.
my jester infestation is throwing me off. it’s a wonder i was married so long, it’s a wonder i shared a goddamn womb, with the way sharing space makes me want to rip my hair out.











