eu quero me sentir seguro
eu quero me sentir mais leve
no boyfriend no girlfriend no money no prospects but at least i got all these images on my cell phone
*opens word doc covered in blood* it doesn’t have to be good. it just has to be done.
it’s so funny to compare the soundtracks to the suspiria movies
like you have this pretty and minimal little thing, which is a lot of piano and sometimes some soft singing
and wHATEVER THE FUCK goblin had going on
How?
Teach me…
how to love my eyes,
when the darkness
in them
crawls on my cheeks.
Teach me…
how to look at my hands,
when they are covered
in blood.
Teach me…
how to endure my brain,
when it makes me tremble
in fear
of the day of tomorrow.
Teach me…
how to accept my soul,
when it’s core,
it’s made from
sticks and dirt.
Teach me…
how to glance at the mirror
and want
to embrace,
the reflection I see.
Teach me…
how to love myself
Because it seems,
Like you know
(and always will know)
how to love me.
you think you’re soooo funny. well you are. let me kiss you
not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing
daydreaming