i sleeps with the fridges
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
arse piece *giggle*
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
To be in love With candid kitchen you
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Everything is best Because you Because me
no food starve die die u bastard
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Garden of ugh
no food starve die die u bastard
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
keep thinking I should do something but nah