#ChildhoodUnstableHouseholdChildhoodTrauma
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!
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?
did you know if sharks stop swimmi… my mother found joy in domesticity… with three kids and a husband, bak… and good for her, good for fucking… my safe place is flats filled with…
nobody knows how to love me right, and no one fucks me quite like i d… i’m just sittin’ here like a ragin… and no one wants me but they’ll ta… i’m foaming at the mouth like i tr…
just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.
insomnia, violence, puncture wound… a razor, eating your organs raw, a… impatient, obsessive, humiliating.
i’m sick of people telling me they… and then reach for the knife lodge… just to twist it. fuck you guys for that. fuck me for falling for it.
i am beginning to blur at the edge… i’ve been becoming something of lo… i think i’ve wanted this storm lon… that it will wash me away with it.
trying not to cry in the holiday i… my mama said something mean again
we’re dogs at your door, but i’m a mutt and he’s a purebred… he wants the bed and i’ll take the… it’s whatever you want. i’ll be whatever you want.
always a victor, always a fucker. always a loser, always a fucked. so it goes. so it burns.
there’s a swarm of vultures overhe… something is dead.
i am far more childish than i ever allowed myself to be
i love saying no, and watching men who are not accustomed to hearing… grow mad and confused. betrayed by the idea of me ruining… and not the other way around.
you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.