They can't hurt me anymore.
Only I can.
And that's okay.
I don't need them anymore.
I can live off of me.
I speak to me.
I dance with me.
I eat me.
sain joskus kuudelta lopulta unta.
kahden imovanen ja kynsisaksilla reiteen tehdyn taideteoksen
jälkee. hip hei vituntrallallallaa
tää biisi on hypnotisoiva.
päivän tavoitteet:
- ostaa tumma hiusväri
- tehdä se koulutyö
- olla juomatta
- olla hajoamatta
Starvation is sacred and I scratch my bones
against the windows at night.
I light candles and feel myself evaporate.
This body is a little church, a little temple.
You can't see me now because I've gone inside.
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