My life’s an empty mess Nothing seems to go the right way And I’m trying so hard To see where it’s going to go But my backup is worn out And my parachute is full with holes That cannot be mended; only broken I’m living in a dream Filled with rainbows and sunshine And all […]
Conventional beauty is boring. Yes? The same models. With the same waistline. Same same same. Boringly same. I’m tired of the generic mess. The generic mass. Worshiping sameness. Yes. Give me the exceptionally ordinary. The true beauty in everyday things. People. Yes!
Waking up is brutal. Always. Realising that your reality is only dreams. A sucker punch to the stomach. Every morning serving as a reminder that your life is completely useless and the tiny differences you might achieve have no consequence on the big stage, the universe. I spend each morning lying in bed. Waiting. For […]