silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Does nothing - shocker!
To own desired objects
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Garden of ugh
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Big soft pig cushion
Far far away In non-artist land
arse piece *giggle*
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Big soft pig cushion