I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
To be in love With candid kitchen you
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
no food starve die die u bastard
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
Garden of ugh
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
Big soft pig cushion
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Just a git
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you