all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Garden of ugh
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
To own desired objects
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside