Disabled&Depressed

Photographer, concert attendee, apparently an adult.

Tag: love

  • 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

  • I feel completely alone. I don’t compare to her. Maybe it’s a bonus for you that she’s not like me. I can’t bring myself to admit how wrong I was. I think I maybe made a mistake.

  • 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