everyone on this app is too real i swear. or maybe its just the side of tumblr im on. whatever but i smoked 9 cigarettes today. ive been up for 4 hours. i feel great. ill probably post like poems amd song lyrics on here idk i write poetry. whoever is reading this i love you<3🫶💖
my spotify link because my music taste is amazing🙌
idk this app is my safe space
current song playing -
bag of bones - mitski 🌀
i really need a fucjung hug, a cigarette snd someone to talk to im literally about to kms i cant do this anymore. i fucking cant
anyway heres a poem or wtv
drenched in my own misery,
physically visible on my skin,
intoxicated by the burden of deeply felt emotions,
deep as the sea,
i wish to claw through the skin of my chest,
past my ribs,
to gauge out my already broken heart.
blood on my hands as my tears burn through my skin,
maybe ill melt into the ground,
maybe once the essence of my existence has disintegrated into the ground and my bones are the only part of me left,
maybe then someone will truly care for what i have gone through.
~“And someday you will ache like i ache”
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What’s Inside a Girl?~
La petite mort - The little death
Resembling or prefiguring death; a brief weakening or loss of consciousness, specifically in sleep or during an orgasm.
Rest easy Freddie, you are dearly missed by many! Forever the King of Queen!
so real, i haven’t posted in so ling but i might soon maybe
Romanticism
When there is beauty to be found it becomes closure for the disturbed and the broken-minded, offering a home in the darkness, the darkness beholds beauty of which is mirrors the light and healthy. We as humans romanticise the pain until it becomes glorified, we feast off it and make it the norm, does this make sense? only to some it will.
Nonsense
‘Kill all the men, everything is dead to them’ - Your Flesh Is Nice by Jeff Buckley
Its all wrong and its all right but no matter what it is, it’s fucked up and repulsing; art.
Rottenness
Yearning,Rotting:Yearning=Rotting
Rotting is a desease, it eats at the dead and the living, the mind and the body. It searches every crevice of your system for every sense of life to suck out of you, its a slow painful process, it kills.
Art
Im a sad sad girl with a weird mind so to me this is written art, expressive. art.Art.ARt.ART. fuck knows what this is.
Art is not in one form, art is anything and anything you just need the open eye to see it; music,poetry, drugs, literature, misery, sex, anatomy, film, paintings, drawings, collages, each breath you take and the moon + music, the most important one of them all.
UgLy Is A..r?T
Make it make sense. Open Your Eyes……👁️
“To understand me you must eat me,
consume every thought that has surpassed the minds of most at my young age,
you will consume the musical magic that has orchestrated my life,
you will see where my wit stems from,
my pain will finally be understood by those other than myself, by you my love,
to eat is to love so consume me and love every part of me,
from the tip of my toes to the top of my head,
every cell that has died and been born within this vessel of which i call my body,
every stream of blood that becomes me you will take into your system and you will feel me,
my emotions will come in waves, washing over you and giving you the guilt i once felt,
for this day,
you will ache like i ache.”
this made sense in my head atleast :|
⋆˚࿔‘I cry a puddle of dreams and despair entangled in misery and enlightenment’࿔˚⋆