Eat Me

Please, darling...

STALK ME. STALK ME. STALK ME.

FOLLOW ME. FOLLOW ME. FOLLOW ME.

NEED ME. NEED ME. NEED ME.

⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️🔪⛓️

My love cannot be replaced you will search for me in everyone after me

I think I’ve said fuck aloud at least 100 times in the last hour, no exaggeration needed

- in shock

Words bring thoughts that seem to connect, lack of security means second guessing thoughts. Why are these words shared, is it possible that thoughts are facts?

Uncertainly, being in a state of being uncertain.

Uncertain, not able to be relied on; not know or definite.

They feed on pain, but don’t exist most times.

I know you won’t understand this, and that is the point.

Work-drunk

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

may his dick never get hard again for anybody but me, amen

I wish I could put on paper my voice, so it could touch every soul that may read this and share the insanity of being alive.

So you may hear the nostalgia of life on top of the incessant background noise that this unnatural and unhealthy place makes.

Beauty is the only saviour, and you would wish to die just to hear it once again.