It's Tight.
I can't breathe.
I can't eat.
It's like someone is clutching my heart from the inside, and then clenching it in his fist.
Stop it.
posted by ςtick ףּirl @ 3:04 pm
The Little Match Girl
and I will burn you into crisp.
The Moths
- And You Wonder How They Get There
- Grey Areas
- A Small Rage, or Not.
- The Importance of Being Unimportant.
- Er Wow.
- A Tad Too Late
- And It Will All Go Down In History
- A Private Cackle Between The Yuk And Me
- Fish Nets and Shreds
- Ji Dao Buey Ho Meh?
Monday, December 5
I can't eat.
It's like someone is clutching my heart from the inside, and then clenching it in his fist.
Stop it.
1 nosey parkers:
daily practice would perhaps loosen the fist like grip on yer heart? - wendieee-
Ah,and temptation is great.
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