can we talk about the phrase “earn a living” and how deeply fucked up the idea we’re expected to justify our existence through work and wages is though?
you told me lies and called it poetry.
i am not a cigarette. you can not
light me up
and step on me when you’re done.
i am a vast mind and a beating heart.
there is an entire universe
under my skin."
- i want to make out with you
- i want to kill you
- i am hungry
- i am tired
- why the fuck is my music not playing in my left headphone
When there’s too much shit you need to get done at once