no food starve die die u bastard
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
To own desired objects
arse piece *giggle*
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
no food starve die die u bastard
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
House sleepers important too
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Just a git
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
i sleeps with the fridges
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day