he/her
noodler of strings, performance euphoria, amateur photography enjoyer, longboard lover
The A in MARA Collective
Also, s*vage is a slur.
Also, s*vage is a slur.
Unless you're Indigenous and/or part of a community, you literally don't get to decide anything on pretendians.
Here's the real piggy! Only cares about what $$ they make. Oink oink, bitch.
Unless you're Indigenous and/or part of a community, you literally don't get to decide anything on pretendians.
Here's the real piggy! Only cares about what $$ they make. Oink oink, bitch.
my upper colon spasming constantly is due to overexertion, excess fatigue and excess stress
it’ll only get worse if I can’t stop but I don’t have room to
welp
my upper colon spasming constantly is due to overexertion, excess fatigue and excess stress
it’ll only get worse if I can’t stop but I don’t have room to
welp
rotting can feel like those things but if you fall into every uncomfy moment requires commensurate rotting then rotting becomes most of what you do
rot seeps and spreads. dont let it become your new norm
rotting can feel like those things but if you fall into every uncomfy moment requires commensurate rotting then rotting becomes most of what you do
rot seeps and spreads. dont let it become your new norm
And you immolate everything you love
Haven’t had a thought in that rotten little head
Since you figured out how to get high instead
And killing yourself, that’s a nice idea
Yeah, until you get to the blood and tears
And you immolate everything you love
Haven’t had a thought in that rotten little head
Since you figured out how to get high instead
And killing yourself, that’s a nice idea
Yeah, until you get to the blood and tears
Locking the doors from inside
We learned all our sadness from watching TV
All the flowers are digital on the cemetery screen
I ran every red light just to see
If your grave still had room for me
Locking the doors from inside
We learned all our sadness from watching TV
All the flowers are digital on the cemetery screen
I ran every red light just to see
If your grave still had room for me
It feels good to want things
I'll go empty and fall 'til I run out of room
I swallowed my fears in the letters I wrote
Sayin' I'll sleep in your clothes 'til you come home
It feels good to want things
I'll go empty and fall 'til I run out of room
I swallowed my fears in the letters I wrote
Sayin' I'll sleep in your clothes 'til you come home
I'm a knife always searching for that one tender place
I'm a violent paper doll you always misplace
In the shadow of your terrifying grace
Laying awake until morning, counting the cracks in the wall
I'm an empty kaleidoscope, dizzy and gray
I'm a knife always searching for that one tender place
I'm a violent paper doll you always misplace
In the shadow of your terrifying grace
Laying awake until morning, counting the cracks in the wall
I'm an empty kaleidoscope, dizzy and gray
now its everywhere, predatory, all about the money and nothing about the community
watch your local hobby and game shops either transform into MTG Pokemon YGO slop only and watch the workers suffer the crowds
now its everywhere, predatory, all about the money and nothing about the community
watch your local hobby and game shops either transform into MTG Pokemon YGO slop only and watch the workers suffer the crowds
and that’s okay
it just can’t be all that you do
and that’s okay
it just can’t be all that you do
the best i can ask for on this website is that you not hate us simply for being that
the best i can ask for on this website is that you not hate us simply for being that
rotting can feel like those things but if you fall into every uncomfy moment requires commensurate rotting then rotting becomes most of what you do
rot seeps and spreads. dont let it become your new norm
rotting can feel like those things but if you fall into every uncomfy moment requires commensurate rotting then rotting becomes most of what you do
rot seeps and spreads. dont let it become your new norm
stacking up the past few months events and realizing there hasn’t been a moment to stop through it all to even just breathe let alone repair
it’s been rotting to survive and pushing past limits
stacking up the past few months events and realizing there hasn’t been a moment to stop through it all to even just breathe let alone repair
it’s been rotting to survive and pushing past limits
Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
And I want your parties, the shark in your water
The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
And I want your parties, the shark in your water
The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over