Bl00dyl0ver

i don’t have a mac

Most peope don’t know or understand the worst of blood.

Is not how runny and dirty it actually is in real life, nor how warm and disgusting it feels, or how it smells of iron and “biology”.

Or how hard it is to actually wash off your face, hands, clothes, shoes and hair. And it is nearly impossible to get off your tangled hair

The worst of all, is how painful it feels against your skin once it dries. It dries so increíble fast, you don’t have time to wash it off.

How it crumbles in crusty chunks and flakes off. How the movement of your skin cracks it, creating a very uncomfortable pain as if you had a mud mask dry too hard.

I can assure you it is a special kind of pain and torture to have dry blood all over your neck and back and arms and face.

Yet it is so beautiful when wet.

Words bring thoughts that seem to connect, lack of security means second guessing thoughts. Why are these words shared, is it possible that thoughts are facts?

Uncertainly, being in a state of being uncertain.

Uncertain, not able to be relied on; not know or definite.

They feed on pain, but don’t exist most times.

I know you won’t understand this, and that is the point.

Work-drunk

Quella età maliziosa (1975)

Just know that when I’m alone, I pinch my lips between my fingers and pull them down while I think of you.

I do it slowly, as if you are watching me in the hopes that you remember me wherever you are.

- do you remember me at work?