Hey man. Matt’s door is always open. Neighbors are weird, Foggy can seek refuge at his place. Thankfully, no cabbage on his floor.

if i hear that piggy dippin audio one more time i’m going to spontaneously combust

// okay but you’re right

// collecting matts as u SHOULD

// 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s an honor

3 years later and you can't clean the blood out from under your fingernails, you've stopped asking the flowers if he loves you, you know he doesn't.

// fully correct

he wraps the rosarie around my throat and pulls, the air drawn from my lungs. i'm gasping, clawing at the precious beads, and watch as black flecks invade my field of vision. then, i slump; another altar boy for the heavenly choir.

i'll sleep with open windows in case you come back for me someday

another year goes but still you do not return.

they say there's a sun in the sky – but me, i can't imagine why. there might have been one before you were gone, but now all i see is the night. so i don't believe in the sun. how could it shine down on everyone, and never shine on me? how could there be such cruelty?

i'm not your therapist i'm not trained for this and i don't wanna be forced to listen under coercion under the threat of your blood on my hands

I truly hope your heart rots when you think of me.

i'll sleep with open windows in case you come back for me someday

another year older

then suddenly you're left all alone with your body that can't love you and your will that can't save you.

// incredible that this account is 6.5 years old. love u matty

“your honor i don’t know what contempt is but i’d love to be held”

// miss u matty i straight up can’t let this account go