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I picked up the bra hanging dangerously off the edgeof the bed, quietly tugged my sweater over my headso as to not wake the hungry, lumbering beast wh..
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missing this
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haha ok man if you find this i dont really care at least im honest right
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two nights before I turned 17
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on aggression.
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To waste away such precarious youthtiptoeing on canvas, knee-deep in paint andcoughing in the dust and ash ofthe trespassed and vandalised and explore..
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Go and feign emotional maturity throughpseudo-sophisticated, inebriated, fabricatedfantasies, of your perfect mewho only became an angelin your insomn..
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about piercings, because I love them but I don't know why
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Here, have my apologetic forgiveness, as I have not yetforgiven myself, for having given myselfto you and many others. I supposethere’s somethin..
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The trembling trees wave their leaves over me and I curl into a fetal position. My head rests on the metal wiring that lines the perimeter of the scho..
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