I love the way frozen chicken nuggets feel against my skin
I love it when someone milks my spleen
I love it when someone pops my eyeballs like boba
I love the way buttercreme frosting feels against my ribs
I love the taste of paint
I love the adrenaline I feel when I shove lamps up my oraphises
I love combing my scales
I love acrylic paint flowing through my moist hair
I love paper cuts on my eyelids
I love the feeling of eyelashes in my armpits
I love em t h i c c
I love the way feminism feels against my cold, dead skin
I love horse hair on my big toe
I have no regrets
I actually need a life
