I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
House sleepers important too
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Big soft pig cushion
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
To be in love With candid kitchen you
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
To own desired objects
Just a git
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Big soft pig cushion
arse piece *giggle*
Greedy pig life
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Denial and repression keep me breathing
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Just a git