Me 48 hours ago, 10ft tall, made of solid gold, and not afraid of anything: Lol give it to me Mr. Sims. C’mon poet laureate, go hard, try and make me feel anything with words. i am a finely tuned machine of–
Jonny Sims:*the habitual nature of Martin’s loneliness* *empty rooms, the smell of damp and antiseptic. his mother screaming.* *self-recriminations as a coping mechanism* *ambivalence as a coping mechanism* *feeling used and trapped by circumstances he had no agency in at a young age and the cycle continuing into adulthood* * an attachment schema deeply layered with guilt, caretaking and obligation* *how love and loneliness often grow from the same place inside of a person* *how depression robs you of memory, time, of a voice, of brightness, and replaces it with a thick numbing silence* *emptiness emptiness emptines emp
