#PERDONAME MADRE POR MI VIDA LOCA (adansey truthing on main)

[astudyinfreewill]

listen. let it never be said that i’m a cryptic bitch at any given point in time i’m simply being coy like a debutante at a jane austen style event who is in fact ready to spill the tea. but like who do YOU think this is about. i’m not telling you how to feel here i’m just saying that adam’s town was a wasteland. full of cages full of fences. pageant queens and the pretenders. but for SOME it was paradise.

and like. i’m also just saying that his boy was a montage a love potion. jumping off things in the ocean. you know. summer romance type shit.

and i am DEFINITELY just pointing out that. maybe. he wanted a BRIDE (to showcase at social events like a republican fundraiser for instance) but adam was always about making 👏 his OWN 👏 NAME 👏

it’s just that. sometimes you chase that fame (ivy league admission and a prestigious career) and he stays the same (quite literally caught in a time loop from the moment of his death). sometimes you have to leave him behind because your lives are on perpendicular paths not parallel ones. and that’s fine. you never think of him (except on midnights like this). but then maybe just maybe you save his life by rebuilding him with a piece of your own soul so i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted.

i didn’t say his name but he popped into your mind didn’t he

literally looking outside the bus window in the pouring rain thinking about adam parrish… he didn’t choose this town!!! he dreams of getting out!!! (there’s just one who could make him stay,, all his days. if you even care)