"I’ve tried desperation: not a pretty color on me.
Everything I touched was left with a streak of grease.
My palms slippery with bargaining and filled with sweet nothings.
Resolve fit better but sometimes it was too stiff;
Starched, rigid, it felt like armor and at times like walls skyscraping,
it became colder. Winds get better the taller you are.
Hunger has been my favorite though.
I’ve been leaving behind teethmarks."
— Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)
"You never named me.
Victor, you never gave me
what little humanity
every person is owed.
I understand there are abominations
and monstrosities that should be forgotten and
erased from history but
even hurricanes have names."
— excerpt from “Open Letter From Frankenstein’s Monster To Victor Frankenstein” by Alex Dang! (via wordsoftakumi)