i dont feel like anything is real. i keep forgetting things that had just happened an hour or two ago. i feel like im out of my body.

i really wish i was dead right now

Christa Wolf, tr. by John Cullen, from “Medea,” originally published c. 1996

Send me anonymously a song you think matches my vibe

Pulling your head back with a fist full of your hair as I press my blade to your neck and whisper all the awful things I’m about to do to you

Your lips would look so pretty around my knife

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