Them: Sit Straight / Sit Like A Lady

You don't have to die to get to Hell you know...

I want you to leave me alone in the darkness where nobody makes a sound

but I'm afraid of the loneliness the silence can be so fucking loud..

I can't take the pain

It's driving me insane

This feeling inside,

That I can not hide

I can't take the pain,

But telling the truth

Could hurt someone way way more

Than the silence

Ain’t nobody got time for shit you ‘have to’ do.

Folks, my taste in movies. Is undefinable.

Some days I will look into the mirror and see a stranger. Or looking back at me might be someone I've been searching desperately on another day, yet now grieve to see. It is not that I'm a stranger to myself, my soul I know, but these expressions, they don't belong on a face I'd read as mine. This form betrays me. These feet can't carry, and this voice can't say.. it frustrates me. And I search. I run these fingertips across it, sometimes enjoying bits of it, sometimes wondering if there's somehow I might mold it to better fit. But the truth is there's nothing much wrong with the body. I might admire it even, were I not trapped in it. But it doesn't feel like it should belong to me, doesn't feel right on me.

left - vasen right - oikea

I write with my left hand. Kirjoitan vasemmalla kädellä.

Turn left at the corner. Käänny kulmasta vasemmalle.

Do I sit on their right? Istunko hänen oikealla puolellaan?

𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙  𝖆𝖘𝖐  ‘𝖜𝖍𝖞’  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.

Or whatever holidays all’o’yall are celebrating, or just have a nice week, if you don’t keep any of them <3