трагические откровения Бонни Вуд

[radeprut9]

i don’t know where nostalgia molds into reality but i hear the song i wanted played at my funeral and for a second i am back there in that empty room aching to be fucked and taken from the nowhere land between childhood and adulthood like i ever felt anything else i was active within myself when i was very young and i went to bed early so i could obsess over sadistic fantasies while my reality contained a dark fucking shadow where i couldn’t move breathe or eat in the places that used to be familiar to me but now were the dry stringy ends of tobacco and shaky hands and Sudoku and the daily mail cross word with your gin and tonics and your endless fucking perverted friends that would look at me like a penetrative force until i was raped over and over again by your revolting little eyes

- из ее ресурса в tumblr.