just want something to soften the edges of my distress
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Far far away In non-artist land
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
Big soft pig cushion
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Greedy pig life
Existential dieting
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you