My illness is chronic but these tits are iconic
All this panic and not ONE invitation to the disco 

"They still write poems about you, you know?"
He looked at me strangely. "Why?"
I shrugged. "You were a tragedy. People love to dwell on those."
He smiled to himself. "There's nothing tragic about grasping what you want...
Even if it's only for a moment."
-(Last night, I dreamed of Icarus laughing) 


My DISCORD: Kiwi#7438