What happens

Not taking any, though
accruing scripts

I think I just needed an xray

A ****** stamp,
Or the shelves,
Or TV,
Or lamps,
The desk? **** that, too.
But to dwindle it down,
To your perceived disrespect
Of the **** that feed you no matter how hard or often you bite?
Laughable
Pathetic
And embarrassing
Mutually, trust.

I will wait
Chin resting on my wrists
The circulation gets cut off
I don’t mind the tingle in my fingers

I will wait
For the letter I’ll never receive
A holiday I’ll experience lie-less
Perhaps someone with a smile
Hands me a bow wrapped box

I will wait
For the nauseating pit to fill
With spirit, or spirits, maybe spirits.
Who am I to decide at this point?
Or I shall, change of pace.

I will wait for that feeling I’ve felt
And I won’t suffocate the flame once it sparks
Or perhaps I will.
Polarity

julianne hough
I wonder what dry shampoo they had u using gf

I wrap my face up
Snuggly and tight
The pressure makes me forget a little.
Not enough, but anything is something.
The veil lifts as the sunsets
And I find comfort in faded shadows,
But as the sun disappears I become a child again.
That fear isn’t of the dark, I can’t place the discomfort.
Might it be a splinter, a bruise? I’ll keep trying to figure it out

Truly believed sentiment.
Before my *** hit the velvet couch
And the tears fell
And fell
And fell.
For the entire session.
See you next week!