colds:

damn do u ever see a guy and know he would say “damn that sucks” if you vented to him

ghost-grantaire:

oh boy does steve harrington love nancy wheeler

feverdreamsuggestion:

you wake up with a nose bleed, but you’re used to it. it’s familiar now, like the knot in your stomach and the tower of empty pill containers in the corner. you look in the mirror and it’s tilted just so that your head is cut off. there’s blood on your shirt. there’s empty blister packs on the floor. the knot in your stomach tightens. are you awake? there’s blood on your hands.