been there, done that.
ᵐ͟ᵃ͟ᵈ͟e *ₒ𝑓 ᶠ͟ᵘ͟ʳ͟ʸ. retweeted
i am not my father’s mirror, i was not made in his image, i was made worse. i am worse.
makes no noise, save for the subtle grunt of acknowledgment and the impatient tapping of left foot, until, 〝 hey, this isn’t, like, eating your dead skin or anything, right? 〞






















