#i'm thinkin he goes by jackson and is now a carpenter :]

[embodies]

❛ honey, i'm hoooome ! ❜ affections called out more for nosy neighbours than to alert his would - be wife of his presence, roll of the eyes punctuating his trudge through the door. sometimes he doesn't think he's quite cut out for this domesticity act as he once was adamant : the suburbs are one big jerk - off to who can cultivate the best garden and every hello, how you do is really an attempt to ask questions, to pry. their joint worst nightmare.

he's quick to unsheathe his jacket ( but not before checking through the blinds ! ) — it was initially such a novelty to dress up as someone he isn't. yo, it's like, cosplay ! but now it feels like an uncanny second skin, a mask forever glued to his face, features never to be seen by the outside world. self expression is a cruel commodity to take away from a human being. a necessary evil for the illusion of safety.

❛ you would not be - lieve ! the jackasses i see on a daily basis out there. ❜ haphazardly button - up shirt is also rid to the pile; the return to his own personal normality is not quick enough. thrusting a hoodie over his torso ( you can change your name but the scars remain ) he immediately feels more at home.

❛ i mean, total zombies just let out in public. this guy tried to negotiate the price of a fuckin' kitchen cabinet. like what, you're gonna haggle over a can a' beans next ? be for real. i made better money cookin' up baby blue with old shit - for - brains. ❜

@cartelheir. ♡