la continua ricerca del malessere
non voglio essere felice.
mi calpesti come lo fai con le foglie secche in autunno. Linguaggio scurrile , suicidio
𝘤𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺. -fight club (𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍'𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒂)
𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦
this night walk the death in a solitary style and crush the cemetery gates ! ☆ ; raccolta di brevi storie
Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are you gonna be?
we played for you but you wouldn't sing.