🖤AGE 19 She/Her🖤
Former Naughty Artist & Deranged Hellslut
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🔞 C A S S I E 🔞
Watching all the monster fucker porn you can before entering the backrooms.
But anything is sanity with the proper perspective. You will just live in a maze of thick doors.
Then you just cry because they make you choose between IT and sanity. Tragedy with substance or life with a hollow rythm.
Rubber screeches choiring for a warning hinge or written words... just written words on cold paper.
You hear a long forgotten song and you suddenly remember a faceless person that danced with you until dawn. It doesn't have a name nor memories, just a sincere feeling bashing your brain for an instant. It feels good and hurtful. The constant cycle of forgot and memories. Over and over.
I'm waay too drunk BUT I think you get it.
One day, after a million mind years, you will open one of the doors that remind you WHY, just WHY. It'll always be late but don't care about it cause time is not what their ticks and ticks say.
It turns life into a bitter pursuit of an unwritten feeling. You can't describe it, ther'es nor enough time or words for it. But you KNOW how it feels, you know the color and sounds. You know. You remember.
Long sighs and stillness praying for a painnless but always shameful needle.
I have a lot of unconnected things to say like I usually facepalm when I hear ads and that experiencing (note hearing, experiencing) music alongside drunk people opens a spiritual path into an unbreakable raleationship than will be remembered forever but only by your subconscious.
