tired lovesick wanting more

sometimes i forget this feeling is what it’s all for

i have thick skin when it comes to life but not love, it doesn’t take much for the needles to hit my bones. begging for cupid’s mercy

the songs playing on the aux are church sermons, the car is a place of community, and everything about life is holy

i feel like bashing my head into a wall in hope that i just glide through it.

i feel a little hollow inside today

perpetual self torture. i can’t help it. neither can you. we are all moving toward a gradual decay, with the destination being absolute destruction of the body. we all willingly consume some type of poison that’s helping us march toward our deaths. negative thoughts. red 40. st...

the knife of your pride will not cut my throat. only i cut my own.

plagued by my purity

WE’RE ALL DANCING IN THE FIRE OF THE MADHOUSE!

sometimes i swear i can feel the atoms of my being vibrating

my existence is a rebellion.

seeing petals on wet concrete makes me feel things.

most people don’t even come close to what i’ve touched, they’ve refused to let themselves even reach

perhaps maybe if i thought less i would’ve done more

everything is a performance

rain will come and I will melt in the soil

spring never felt like a clean slate to me. it feels like a soft shift. a loosening and undoing. like something inside of me is trying to become something else, even if it doesn’t know what yet.

I asked god for a savior and They said look at your hands

limerence will save (destroy) you

like a fly stuck in honey i drowned in you

rain rain don’t go away cleanse my soul and the great city of L.A.

when the wind blows the trees talk to me

tired lovesick wanting more

sometimes i forget this feeling is what it’s all for

i have thick skin when it comes to life but not love, it doesn’t take much for the needles to hit my bones. begging for cupid’s mercy

the songs playing on the aux are church sermons, the car is a place of community, and everything about life is holy

i feel like bashing my head into a wall in hope that i just glide through it.

i feel a little hollow inside today

perpetual self torture. i can’t help it. neither can you. we are all moving toward a gradual decay, with the destination being absolute destruction of the body. we all willingly consume some type of poison that’s helping us march toward our deaths. negative thoughts. red 40. st...

the knife of your pride will not cut my throat. only i cut my own.

plagued by my purity

WE’RE ALL DANCING IN THE FIRE OF THE MADHOUSE!

sometimes i swear i can feel the atoms of my being vibrating

my existence is a rebellion.

seeing petals on wet concrete makes me feel things.

most people don’t even come close to what i’ve touched, they’ve refused to let themselves even reach

perhaps maybe if i thought less i would’ve done more

everything is a performance

rain will come and I will melt in the soil

spring never felt like a clean slate to me. it feels like a soft shift. a loosening and undoing. like something inside of me is trying to become something else, even if it doesn’t know what yet.

I asked god for a savior and They said look at your hands

limerence will save (destroy) you

like a fly stuck in honey i drowned in you

rain rain don’t go away cleanse my soul and the great city of L.A.

when the wind blows the trees talk to me