Lostprinc3 - Running Around The Garden

I met god at a bus stop. She was dragging on her cigarette and sitting on a cold bench. The bench still covered in writings from previous ones. Her mascara was running down her face, her runny nose almost as red as the tip of her cigarette, and her chipped nails scratched open her skin. As she looked at me, I swear I could see the whole world in her eyes, just as it is. Broken and damned. Under her finger nails laid the dirt and in her eyes pooled her tears, forming oceans. I could feel her staring at me and judging me. It was that night I realized, that god is every teenage girl.

those moments when you can hear your skin tearing like paper and it reveals that you are actually styrofoam fat muscle bone all foam you're just a pool noodle with skin badly glued on and glass for teeth + eyes all of which are too heavy for your styrofoam head you're just rubbery air

HAMMOND B3 ORGAN CISTERN by GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI

It’s me. I am bitches