You know, art is why I get up in the morning. But my definition ends there, it doesn’t seem fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define. And there you are right there in the meantime.my thighs have been involved in many accidents
and now I can’t get insured
and I don’t need to be lured by you
my cunt is built like a wound that won’t heal
and now you don’t have to ask
because you know how I feelrebloggin’ myself
(Source: intended-thing)





