It's midnight , past my past bedtime. I don't wanna sleep, well I want to sleep but that means eventually waking up and I'd rather I didn't. It's midnight and I'm seeing my whole life flash before my eyes. It's midnight and I wanna be absolved of all the crimes I didn't commit. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself. I don't think sleep will ever equate to rest. I don't think I'll ever feel free » Continue Reading
Nobody told me growing pains last this long. Feels like everyone I know is growing up or going down. There's probably a future ahead of me that I'm too blind to see. I'm just a once cute and bright child in the discarded body of a hasbeen. Can't wait to hit rock bottom so I know it can't get any worse. I think I'm just procras » Continue Reading
Não se deve comparar duas formas de arte diferentes, como, por exemplo, o desenho e palavras, não se comparam. São coisas diferentes, sem nada para comparar! Ambos com o potencial de serem execionais, da sua maneira, ao seu jeito e diferentes pretextos. Mas o que é "arte" realmente? Já ouvi tantas vezes essa palavra que devagar se perdeu o significado. Tudo é arte, mas se tudo é arte, p... » Continue Reading
You are a lover that I cannot love. You are a lover that I do not want to love. Which, that statement itself confuses even myself. To a point, and to an outside perspective, there is no doubt that I do have love for you. But to me, the love I hold for you is only one to ease the aching I have in my heart, not to truly want you, and have you, but to share the one thing I live for, the one thing I c... » Continue Reading
i am just always looking and i dont know when to stop looking. and i tell myself, please stop looking. nothing is changing. nothing is happening. nothing is changing. nothing is changing. the world is still going on with or without me looking. your life goes on and my life goes on. i tell myself its unfair to say it so directly because of, i don't know, social norms. but one day i will stop lookin... » Continue Reading
I love music It's freeing and understanding Soothes madness and sadness Makes it all melt away Therapy to my ears and my heart If I could be a music, I would. » Continue Reading
🫀intimacy The yearn pours from my pores flesh burns, it itches my yearn i crave brutal touch but the man leaves his mark and it stings with love love me to death. milk my heart, milk my valves to lather my flesh flourish in red, I bathe in my bed, my sweat, my tears, my red. soak the cotton kiss the rotten love the forgotten » Continue Reading