the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere
drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.
i want to open up his chest and live inside his lungs and count the number of ribs left in him until i fall asleep. i want to make pretty ribbons out of his intestines and count all his eyes and bite his brain and dig my fingers into his stomach. i want to hug his beating heart. i want to remind him of his humanity as i cover him in his human blood and viscera and gore. i want to sing him my favorite songs. i want to comb his hair. i want to feed him soup. i want to squeeze all the air out of his lungs and watch him turn blue and beg for mercy. i want to wrap him in a blanket like a newborn kitten.
I spent the day walking around the city for hours and thrifting :) I bought a dress, a corset and an oversized shirt.
Arctic Monkeys and the 1975 in the same week, get your Doctor Martens, your fishnets, your vinyl and your Tumblr aesthetics
Matty Healy
she said use your hands and my spare time we've got one thing in common it's this tongue of mine she said she's got a boyfriend anyway
kinda wanna leave. kinda wanna ghost everyone. kinda wanna rot under a blanket. kinda wanna feel loved. kinda wanna feel wanted. kinda wanna