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Here it is! I just had to get this after seeing infinity war.

At the beginning of Infinity War, when Loki dies, that’s when you die. The rest of the movie is just Marvel repeatedly shooting at your corpse.

me showing up at the theater for infinity war:

me, five minutes into the movie:

Because there isn’t always a reason.

Breakfast 🔪

this lil baby got a better walk than kendull jenner, jello hadid, boring hadid and karmichael kloss and that’s the tea on that

If i had a dollar for every time someone called me ugly id have 0 dollars bitch what u thought lmao

but i let you in. that was the problem. i told you from the start that i chew my own heart, that i don’t trust love, that i can’t watch a trainwreck. that i don’t open up because the inside is too soft and i’m not good at getting the thorns unstuck. you brought my hand to your lips and promised you would be different. i knew better but i still believed it. look at us now. you’re growing out and i’m rotting. look at us now. i can’t stop thinking about you and you’re only thinking about him. look at us and look at where we could have been. but i let you in. i knew better and i let you in.

come home to me. you’ve been gone lately, and i don’t mean physically. some part of you is out in a worse place than i can pronounce. i see how it sucks the life out from under you, how your bone marrow hurts, how tired you are no matter the hour. i want to hold you until you feel warm again but i understand you need your space while this is happening. i can see you pushing me away. i wish you wouldn’t but i know what it’s like to set things on fire just for the chance that you catch too. you’re still who i love. i’m waiting for you.

i want to be untouchably beautiful but i also don’t want to care about how i look. i want to be the top of my class but i also just want to do as best as i can without driving myself to the edge. i want to be floating and ethereal but i want to be solid, dangerous. a mystery that’s open to everybody. a romantic that never falls in love. the bird and the cat both.

i look at you and i don’t want to admit that what we were has died somewhere, in between missed messages and long pauses and brief kisses. i want to go back to where we were happy and honeymooning, our fingers always so in awe of each other’s bodies, our mouths hungry, endlessly searching for ways to make the other person happy. i hate knowing it all adds up to nothing. that we can be in love but in the end we’re two people who are walking towards different highways. i tell you i think we’re crumbling but we both avert our eyes. it’s not polite to stare at tragedy. i kiss you and keep a countdown and know you’re here but you’re already leaving.

i mean it’s not like i spend every hour consciously saying “i hate myself.” it’s just that when things go wrong my first response is “of course” “i deserve this” “this is because i suck.” if someone asked me “do you like who you are” i’d be stuck. i don’t feel like i’m 13 and emo anymore, but i kept the sidebangs. i feel weird saying things like “i’m a burden and waste of space” but i feel like that. just maybe not in those words. it’s just like i swell too big for the area. like i splash over the sides, a party foul, the spilled drink. i mean how extra would it be to say something like “i don’t like myself enough to keep living”. doesn’t that just cause other people pain. doesn’t that just make people worry. but on the other hand i’m stuck because i feel numb, vague, blurry. like i should evaporate. like i do nothing but cause people distress when i should be helping. like okay. i don’t hate hate myself. but if the car was coming i wouldn’t get out of the way in a hurry.