𝕮𝖞𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖟
𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖊
feeling:
𝕸𝖞 𝖏𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦...)
mar 29. like a siren calling your name to attract you, like a siren i will drink you until i clench my thirst like i siren i think only about myself and no one else
Feb 23. slap me until I don't feel it anymore and I am smiling and brain dead. Lie to me like you care.
Feb 20. How does it feel to know you have control over the blood in my veins and the state of my brain?
Jan 31. Thinking about stabbing myself with knives, thinking about making a hole with my own nails to escape from my rotten prison.
Jan 17. Cannibalism does not sound that bad if it means my body will rot inside your hunger.
Jan 15. Wishing that my bones wouldn't ache with pain every time I think about scorching summer and the smell of cotton candy and the feeling of my limbs falling apart.
Dic 31. And its been less than an hour, and its been less than a few words but please oh please, take care of it.
Dic 7. Why would you adopt a centipede if you know they are poison. Why would you show your insides to someone who is rotten. Why did you take care of me if your hands are knives.
Nov 16. Thinking so hard my brain explodes in tiny unbereable needles and my insides throbs and my eyes boil from overload. My body-like machine is tired and hurts and dances in spirals looking for a place to rest, for something that stops it, a wall, yearning for that unstoppable crash and painful disillusion of eating bricks finally to stop the explosions and the needles and the scorching throbs.
Nov 12. It is often said that, although car crashes are horrible, it is hard to look away. I believe that is just not true, just don't look.
Nov 9. Bat wings slapping the air, bat wings covering my eyes, bat wings between my teeth.