why are these scissors so dull?
why can’t I make them cut into my skin,
why can’t I make them make me feel better.
why won’t they let me bleed out the universe that lives in my veins.
why the fuck won’t they let me bleed.
why don’t they understand the chaos of the universes that live in my mind.
I love Disney, makes me feel like a little kid again
If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo never let them go