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
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.