2月 2010
here lies a nostalgic soul →
suicideunderground:
Waking up in the arms of a nurse, this isn’t what I meant when I said I needed nurture. The limbs encaging me carry a certain nostalgia, daymares of empty skin plumped with baggage, passed through filthy needles of which only the delusional, with the right dosage of insanity, can hear the ringing song like tinitus. All you want in life is somebody to share it with, but who...
