Disabled&Depressed

Photographer, concert attendee, apparently an adult.

Tag: depression

  • I’ve really done it now. I knew better and still I fucked around. I don’t like what I found out, but it could be worse. No more. Let whatever happens, happen. C’est la vie

  • That’s the incorrect password You don’t get to see your own words, stowed away You don’t have the combination of memories at your fingertips  The past has your brain on lockdown, drag-out; A smudge of dirt on your thigh Scene one, take 23 thousand  Quick: name something pink and meaningful

  • Soft betraying lips pressed to the base of my throat, my hearth— the vulnerable purring underbelly of my Wild heart  Cannot choose Will not Boredom is the death of love