you’ve

you've become the elephant in the room and no-one wants to talk about you! you've become the dirt in the rug that no one wants to pick up and shrug you've become the coffee stains enshrined in the mugs that you held the ones you left behind you've become the history I fear to repeat … Continue reading you’ve

Tits

I can dance in the shower with my tits swaying back and forth if I want to, and I can climb these god damn walls if I want to! didn't your mother ever tell you, rules, are meant to be broken? and if my soul is half-destroyed then there's nothing wrong with continuing to destroy … Continue reading Tits