Got drunk outside a church of a small village and started explaining to three dudes the symbolisms of fruits as forms of love
#ethelcainsummer
When they hurt you so bad you start making arts and crafts, disappearing into the woods and taking your medication
I actually cannot take it anymore lol
if you open my skull, you'd find the lyrics of this song written in my cerebrum
this abandoned house i found solidified this year's ethel cain summer
Starting to get the feeling that having the urge to listen to the entire preacher’s daughter album after being romantically involved with a man is not normal
the rot is real and it's everywhere
Taking a hot bath to prepare myself for the fiery pits of hell
no nut November? More like no man November
hoe phase is out, misandry is IN
for a dime and a pack of cigs i visit your dreams and theatrically yell bukowski poems at you