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feeling so alone might as well be on the moon

gardenias on the fucking tile where it makes no fucking difference who fucking held back from fucking who tbh

if i tell you ethel cain is my favorite artist i basically just told you my entire life story and it’s up to you to interpret the lyrics

I fucking love seeing a girls ribs, love the way her skin is stretched over it like a drum, so pale and white, nearly see through, love that fucking empty look in her eyes, half from the lack of calories half just from the fact she a woman, god and hearing her stomach grumble and watching her suffer from those cute little hunger cramps, what I wouldn’t give for a cute little thing to st4rve

“you look sick” why thank you