“That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow.”
— Anne Sexton
i pull up at the gas station. the bass is thumping in my car. people stare. they think i’m listening to something hardcore. i open my door.
it’s the phantom of the opera soundtrack
physically i’m here but mentally i’m living in a small apartment in new york filled with books and i am able to watch a musical whenever i want to but it’s whatever
dizzeesthor asked:
how's my girlfriend doin xo
stop being so fucking soft you’re making it harder for me to hate you xo