the rot is real and it's everywhere
this abandoned house i found solidified this year's ethel cain summer
no nut November? More like no man November
hoe phase is out, misandry is IN
When they hurt you so bad you start making arts and crafts, disappearing into the woods and taking your medication
for a dime and a pack of cigs i visit your dreams and theatrically yell bukowski poems at you
if you open my skull, you'd find the lyrics of this song written in my cerebrum
Taking a hot bath to prepare myself for the fiery pits of hell
Me and bro on some meta shit you wouldn’t understand
Having a crush is NOT for the weak
There are 3 things I want :
1. Peace of mind
2. A chance to experience free will
3. A glass of cold milk
My own brain traumatises me