Anyay

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

must feel so good to be soil absorbing rain

i havent done anything or been anyone ever

i love giving up and getting worse

everytime i want something i should be shot in the head

They shouldve killed me back in october

Sometimes, when the situation is absurd, I look at the invisible camera to break the fourth wall and address the spectators of my life

I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically

i took 50g of music and im starting to black out

i bet it feels good as fuck to feel good

sometimes i have a dream that reveals such a humiliating desire i have that i genuinely lose a bit of respect for myself

bilf (book i'd like to finish)

ever since i was a little girl i knew i was doomed to take things too seriously and think about them forever

At my core I need to shut the hell up and read a short novel that changes me forever

Me, Jesus, Allah and krishna