Bad, bad days grinding. Humans can be good sometimes, but let’s not pretend that’s always helpful to say.
A diet for sharp and fighting-fit.. remember art and music are for US and THEM and me and we. Care for your soul. Eat, sleep, fight, glide. Cry.
There are so many dead ends
A diet for sharp and fighting-fit.. remember art and music are for US and THEM and me and we. Care for your soul. Eat, sleep, fight, glide. Cry.
There are so many dead ends
Be in today. The sunset out the backdoor, in the smelly alley, sharing a disgusting cigarette with the bus boy and the prep cook and the waitress will always outshine some fake life of rich people and their power and their starving souls. Terrace parties and planes ?
Dead souls. Remember the moments where you were where you could really taste a processed cheese sandwich on the hood of your auntie’s shitty car in the evening sun and weren’t afraid of going to bed later and weren’t wondering where you were supposed to be. ♥️
