
Monthly Archives: March 2020
You say that the magics gone, well I’m not a magician

You will find the things you really want in the places you don’t want to look in

Who can take care of you like mum?

I want none of this

No more I love you’s

Sensory overload

Are you worried about dying?
I’ve got some sisters, though we don’t stay in touch

I dream of darkness

America, America, is killing its youth
