i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
i sleeps with the fridges
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Everything is best Because you Because me
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
House sleepers important too
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
I'm not a monster I am a monster
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Greedy pig life
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes