When I was a kid, shows took breaks on the summer and that’s it. They didn’t keep you waiting for weeks or month
(Source: feyminism, via bigtimenudes)
Find me in the daytime,
A blue sky above my head—
Find me in the nighttime,
Demons buried in my bed.
peach dust
you told me you were an artist
letting me assume you painted
beautiful pictures that let people
see wonder in the world.but you never told me
you drew monsters
in heads.you acted as though my brain
was a pure, unused white canvas
and scrawled beautifully warped
ideas of people and things and places
turning thoughts into demons
that possessed my entire mind.you sketched your insecurities
into my genetic identity
so we were both stuck in this
hellish paradise you call home.
