calling all disaster fashionistas:
"i need you to know, i'm just skin and bones".
exceptionally irrelevant, fighting the feeling of feeling alone.
waking up minus those pixilated codeine kisses
is like losing lovers and fantasies.
did you forget what you were running from?
i can't look at myself in the mirror anymore.
fallen out of love with that look in my eyes.
the one that destroys everything that makes me feel alive.
perhaps tomorrow we'll break-out of these habits and charm our way into
chances.
accordian apprentices.
black tongues in hollow cheeks scream for the yearning to feel your lungs burning.
stand tall, they'll sell souls to watch you fall, this is beautiful dissonance.
car journeys at 2am down country roads without headlights.
we'll lose more than our pride and won't feel a thing.
you lost her on the inside.
repeat then rewind.
loveetc
