I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
Garden of ugh
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Big soft pig cushion
Denial and repression keep me breathing
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Everything is best Because you Because me
House sleepers important too
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
Far far away In non-artist land
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
House sleepers important too
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent