This course is fucking bull.
Little girls thinking they’re fucked but they’re just haveing a bad week. Bullshit.
All My Friends Are Dead
a simple jumble of tangled words caught too deep in my throat to voice aloud.
A melody that I cannot keep hidden inside any more. My soul sings for freedom yet the ribbons of scars contain her wings so she shall fly nevermore.
I'm craving a comfort that only you can give, yet I shan't receive.
