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i curse this body that hears words i don't want to. i curse this head that reminds me of things i don't want to remember.

i belong to the moonlight more than the daylight

i want to be something to someone

i don't feel human anymore.

i love how self aware i am and yet i still keep repeating the same self destructive patterns

“The real horror of my life is not that I’ve killed some terrible people. The real horror is that the people I’ve loved didn’t love me back.”

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⠀ hello, brontë nation ! your favorite girl is back ! ⠀

⠀ she isn’t watching him— ⠀

⠀ . . . fine. she’s watching joe, but only because he seems to have reached a dead end with his book. does he need any help ? she’s his employee after all. ⠀

unfortunately i cant flirt but i can talk your ear off if you’re into that

the one i killed is me changing what i was for what you wanted me to be

|| seeing iwtv accounts makes me want to make claudia so bad . . .

|| who want brontë ?

⠀ 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. ⠀