this is how I feel all the time lately.
Should this be my internet dating profile photo. Any man I love will need to be on board with the cat revolution, and all necessary disguises.
|not me:||how did you meet?|
|me:||he called me up to tell me he liked a story in my zine|
|not me:||you make me believe in love|
ut are they good ones.
I don’t know who I am any more. There is no part of my life that has value. I keep thinking that I am just trying to survive, to get a breath of air until the next wave. What is the point of survival? Who is the person that went to the Blessing of the Animals? I can’t do anything, I am afraid of everything.
nothing lays a body low like having yr asshole waxed
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