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what if we were passengers in the backrooms and i was obsessed with you?
I wrote a poem based on the obsession movie and i really wanted to share it
a poem about my childhood in jehovas witnesses. Especially about the pinkish, white walls that seemed to trap me every sunday and that i often still see before my eyes.
photos taken by me in the first night of my stay at a boarding school, where I walked the fields at night, listening to perverts
to me, willoughby tucker isn't the love I've felt or will feel. it's a dream of the perfect boy, of a love so pure and real. willoughby isn't real,he's an Illusion, a fantasy rooted deep inside of me. I can only be him, but i won't ever meet him. nobody will ever be loved in that way, especially not me, but i will continue to dream about it.
(some thoughts that came to me while listening to waco,texas)
Girls in black dresses lay still on your wooden floors.
They're not dolls, not bodies, not yours.
You capture the moment when you put sugar on their tongue.
The cold night spoils all hope.
No love is left when you are done.
Girls in black dresses, all blue in your nighttable drawer.
You touch yourself until you're sore.
Couldn’t fight to save your life but you look so cool
I'm still spreading the Brad renfro = Willoughby tucker agenda
Milk teeth shouldn't know the taste of boyish acts.
You shouldn't know my body.
I keep her picture framed in the cage of my ribs,
but I can't stop her from growing.
Being a child was the only thing I was good at.
this is for my new book
god loves you but not enough to save you