oh taliana, break me from my brain. i'll never get away from these here ramblings. always a serf to my own ways. yr better off inside. instant coffee mix never did hurt a soul in all its time. now all my hairs are gray and i'm not here anyway. all preconditioned to feel this way (though its probably ok). less of a human being; "what do you mean 'no'? this thought doesn't consume all of yr day?" i guess i'm just not them. locked door, pen, paper,
hummus, potential unlocked through chemical aid. priority is straight. it's fluctuating everyday. off everything today. all my urges are castaways. they cry out in the night, but no one seems to hear when they say "hold me" as as i turn. no longer yearn. you lost me round the time that i figured out how to learn.
heartbroken bc it looks like the vinyl for this one isn't available anymore, I'm obsessed with The Thunder Answered Back and I'd absolutely lose it if I could play it analog Marielle Madden