jonah magnus is hiding a deeply disgusting soul underneath several intricate layers of pretense and i want someone like oh, i don’t know, maybe the avatar of everything that burrows deep within your skin to just. tear him open idk. force him to confront the reality of being a parasite. imagine devoting your life to the concept of seeing, and therefore knowing exactly how gross you are at your core, but the first time someone else sees it, all of it, the repulsive truth of your entire existence, they decide that this too is loveable. this too is worthy of affection. not because you’re special, but rather because she has devoted her life to all things rotten and dirty and corrupted.

and you are nothing if not corrupted.