[emerging From The Hozier Song Covered In Blood] Anyway,

the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness

Visited old fishmarket close today!! No skin stealing monsters in sight but there was some anglerfish graffiti, whoever did that I love you know,

that specific brand of vampire media that’s like “you’re a late 90s-early 00s vampire in a leather jacket and sunglasses in some sleazy underground goth club that’s playing electro industrial/aggrotech/goth rock music” ruined me on all other vamp media, I too want to be a vampire in a leather jacket & sunglasses in some sleazy underground goth club that’s playing electro industrial/aggrotech/goth rock music

Maybe there’s someone in this abandoned clown factory who can help us

kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

he’s got rejection sensitivity

Ocean Vuong, “A Letter to my Mother that She Will Never Read” The New Yorker, May 2017 

they were right btw. you have to dig yourself out of your grave over and over again