i know myself very well.
i want to pry open my skin and dig around into my body to see if there really are worms in my stomach and bees in my brain.
the world is seven shades of disgusting. there are sounds that are WRONG and textures that are GROSS and if i could see the world how you see it i wouldnt be in my situation.
SHUT THE FUCK UP.
describing anything around me is a waste. trees. roads. youre reading my fucking spam book, not some professional writers book. they all do the same bullshit. inside voice, outside world. make it depressing. make it dreary. when the truth is, it's beautiful today! beautiful to the idiots who think that exists! beautiful to the hamsters of humanity who cant see past this gut wrenching, mind altering planet we are pathetic enough to call home.
too hot too cold too hot too cold too hot too cold too hot
I DIDNT ASK FOR A YOGURT BECAUSE I CANT EAT YOGURT IT FEELS LIKE THE WORMS IN MY STOMACH
composed.
how is it possible to make such disgusting noises. what genetics went into making everyone so fucking annoying?
pierce's eyes could save a life
he's saved mine so many times
