Aug 22, 2019
oh, I gained some followers! Hello, I hope you enjoy you’re stay, ladies <3. If you’re men, the exit is on stage left
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oh, I gained some followers! Hello, I hope you enjoy you’re stay, ladies <3. If you’re men, the exit is on stage left
OH! Thank you very much for 200 followers. I’ve been busy with Uni, but thank you!
The worst thing about getting older is you have people doing generational things that annoy the piss out of you at BOTH ENDS. Grandmas used to say “comfy” when I was a kid and now young-ass kids say “uncomfy” and I cannot over emphasize how much I HATE IT.
People who don’t like “moist” have no understanding of the depth of my suffering, of how my flesh rolls under my skin at these words.
I haven’t written for a bit. #writing #writersofinstagram #words #bullshit #shittywriting #shittywords #journal #orlackthereof #growth #keeppreaching #benotsubtle #art #poetry #sortofpoetry
Broken Words
I dont know if its the pabst or your scent but I'm not sober. I wake up tasting you and I feel hungover. I dont deserve to have the first thing I see every morning be your eyes. And your perfect smile. I dont deserve to hear your voice pour through my ears, every syllable as passionately important as something I've waited years to hear. You'll argue that I have value. That I do good and am important. Beside you I am nothing. The adoration I feel for you is dangerous. That I have allowed you to keep me is selfish. You are everything.
Broken Words
I dont know if its the pabst or your scent but I’m not sober.
I wake up tasting you and I feel hungover.
I dont deserve to have the first thing I see every morning be your eyes.
And your perfect smile.
I dont deserve to hear your voice pour through my ears, every syllable as passionately important as something I’ve waited years to hear.
You’ll argue that I have value.
That I do good and am important.
Beside you I am nothing.
The adoration I feel for you is dangerous.
That I have allowed you to keep me is selfish.
You are everything.