He Feasts On Your Screams!

they've hurt you so much my dear boy

Every other Madrigal on Sundays: *going to misa, maybe even having a nice Sunday dinner in the evening*

Bruno, during his wall era on Sundays:

ryan and shane @ racist and homophobic ghosts

Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–

and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???

Noriko Ibaragi, from 101 Modern Japanese Poems; "When I Was At my Prettiest,"

i got inspired by this post :p