Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
Denial and repression keep me breathing
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
arse piece *giggle*
Garden of ugh
no food starve die die u bastard
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Just a git
no food starve die die u bastard
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
i sleeps with the fridges
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated