I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Big soft pig cushion
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Denial and repression keep me breathing
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
Denial and repression keep me breathing
keep thinking I should do something but nah
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
no food starve die die u bastard
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
what would 80s LL COOL J do?