liverbelle

find solace in the whores you seek out on your tiny screen. rotting your brain and killing your chances of feeling love. all you have is your hardness in your pants and in your chest. this feeling of unsettlement will never FUCKING REST. enjoy your whores i find your games a thrilling bore. i wish i felt disappointment but your lies come as expected. i’ll tear apart your filthy rectum and cum all over your dead face

I’ve always layed it out on paper, I’ve always had this open space.  But as I’m sinking deeper I can tell ‘tis not the case.  Words won’t do me justice and drawings bring upon a deeper yearning.  I want to know how deep this cut is, in hot water; seeping, burning.