thats so sick
weird and ugly art shit
i find strength in my blubber
i am a whale and this is my ocean
i will swim and swim and it will be beautiful
i neither care for or need beauty
the world around me is beautiful
this green blue heaven,
it’s beautiful enough for me
I live in a boxy little room, in a boxy little house, in a boxy little neighborhood. Rows upon rows of perfect little boxes. Filled with tinier boxes. They’re sealed shut with tape. Not the flimsy, buy-one-get-2 rolls of tape that wrap around your fingers and wrinkle around your hands and eat up fingerprints, but industrial packing tape. The kind that rips off your skin and takes 2 people to cut open. The kind that’s grimy yellow with pure, raw, might.
I can scream and cry and pound on the bumpy walls for years and never make a dent. Industrial tape is made of shame and anger and hatred. No amount of noise and tears could break industrial tape.
Industrial tape runs deep. It runs through my veins, wrapping around blood cells and wrapping its way around my arteries, coating the insides of my brain.
No matter how far one could walk, they would always find strands of industrial tape. You’ll find it running in the waterways and on the undersides of desks, neighboring with wads of gum. You’ll find it matted in the back of your hair and underneath your fingernails. You’ll find it dribbling out of a fifth cousin thrice removed’s mouth.
Maybe you’ll even find it wrapped around your own tongue.
shitty thing i made about the shitty pressure to wear makeup that i’m very proud of
done w/ eyeliner and lipstick
cactus girls unite