honestly idk what to tag this but theres something about how afab people live and die to be pretty no matter what. stream brand new city by mitski. it will not help but like do it anyways
#MaleGazeMentalIllness
i don’t want to think about you an… so please, stop asking about me. stop telling my friends you’re sor… for the hopes it will get through… i don’t miss you anymore.
i’m kind of nervous you don’t love… and isn’t that hilarious? when i was so damn scared in the b… that you would love me at all.
you smell like chlorine, she tells… you smell like sunscreen, i tell h… guess we both smell like chemicals… yeah, i say, hand darting out to l…
you’re alive and you’re young, healthy and hygienic. you’re sick and you’re dead; my walking corpse bride. love, stop leaving me!
there’s something about flowers an… you ask someone why they pick flow… “because they’re pretty.” you ask someone why they pull weed… “because they’re ugly.”
god carries a honey-soaked stake w… and his lovers scream at me to sto… to let him sink it into my chest,…
i’m chasing shadows down alleyways… i love to walk backwards in parkin… spinning around to grin at the moo… or god forbid, you. just breathing in mist and thc.
i’m whispering “baby,” up to the n… relishing in the roll of the word… the hum of influence, consequence,… like a storm, like a burn, like an…
i am the parasite and i am the hos… i’m cold and my hair is falling ou… i haven’t eaten in awhile but my t… no one knows how to pull this hung… because i am the sickness and i am…
i’m dissecting you with a scalpel… i’m slapping you on the rack, reac… pulling out your intestines and di… doesn’t feel so good, does it?
she carves her name in my thigh wi… i let her, looking down at her fro… while she sits there on her knees… i tell her i love her and she just… she’s known because she always kno…
i love it when fading sunlight hit… lighting up my eyes and every line… then, i start understanding why i… but, when it’s not dawn or dusk, i’ll close the blinds and curtains…
i wasn’t really my mothers child, i was her idea of a child. but, unforgivingly, i wasn’t. i grew up like kudzu; over the lam… i went so far as to grow over the…
you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.
“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…