Grunge - Blog Posts
Rainfall, moonlight, deep down is a heartbeat, lookin' at the sky and thinking of you,
dying in my mind... im fallin' through ...Skywaves on the nightsky, tear drop with a light spark,
can you see my liiiiiiight in this niiiiiiight, yeah
youre the one ...i know girl iiiii know everyone is dying young,
i just want to see the riiiiiising suun lie'n on the grouuund
Life of the party
Today, Sunday, I got taken out for a celebratory meal. The live music was a gen Xer playing like Nirvana and Alice in Chains bangers that I would not tend to associate with midday dining to a captive audience of confused boomers. My partner and I just turned to each other and went "is this grunch? are we experiencing grunch?"
outfit check!
quick outfit check with kept
Basic Tattoos~
this is an old photo, before I died my hair split blue haha
You’re a tragic girl, you need a tragic guy
I haven't posted in awhile but I'm glad I caught you
I hope good things are happening for you & that you're able to prioritize doing things you love and things that make you feel like you<3
peace on earth the froggi said or something like that
✨️CATATONIC ✨️
I don't want to write about how i feel
bc I feel like shit
& im so fucking sick of it
it's like every day it's the same damn tricks
she's manic again it never quits
the grey mush is spreading nice
all around the brain twice
maybe if they feed it, that will be suffice
pain oozing, it's been sliced
we're at this point, the point we hate
where now our mental state
is up for debate
as if our fate won't devastate
oh for god fucking sake
please let this feeling go away
I'm finished now I don't want to play
if it must, it can stay
to keep the monsters at bay
we can't afford for them to come out and pray
is it my density to be this mad
is this hell or wonderland
why is everything so brightly colored
why is every noise muffled
I look in the mirror, oh no who's this
it looks like someone different
someone familiar but not quite right
you're hiding out in plain sight
that's you that's you that's you, you scream
the mirrored image is baffling
that's not me
oh wait, I see
my reflection, how could this be
change something immediately
work tediously
so they don't see
how you're bursting out through every seam
hurry now, they're so mean
they'll never understand defeat
sinking you within concrete
do whatever you can to avoid the carnival
it doesn't matter how loud you shout
once you're in you'll never get out
my therapist: well yeah you're severely traumatized
me: what do you mean by traumatized and what do you mean by you
it feels like in a cartoon
you know, how they slam a character from one side to another repeatly for *comedy*
it's like that but slow mo sometimes
I saved you a wish. now make it
*not my art work*
the space in between
Aesthetics is the branch of philosophy concerned with the nature and appreciation of art, beauty and good taste.
maybe I am insane
incredibly delusional
maybe it's my brain
maybe this is futile
maybe I am to blame
my insides are draining out, volatile
maybe I'm too vain
the screams no longer audible
maybe this is stained
with our memories from the carnival
maybe I've been framed
the likelihood is probable
maybe I am shame
a personified individual
maybe you miss the fame
you were always so remarkable
maybe one day I'll explain
all those unforseen obstacles
time is the only thing that can heal this
but wait, we just proved time isn't real
so this pain is endless
time didn't exist when no one was perceiving it
4:44 on a tuesday
no sleep
just thoughts
look it up
I've always preferred Adidas anyway
today my therapist said im manic
horrifically validating, equally terrifying
it's come to my attention
that you never had the best intentions
I haven't spoken to you for over a year
then why does it feel like you're still breathing down my neck
I'd like for you to leave