I feel like a leech to everyone around me unsure and false promises I make.
I invade your existence with my dependence
and leave you guilt tripped until you take
care of me, for If not I will surely die.
I don’t feed or clean myself and I am always high,
putting pipe dreams before the necessities in life.
Without your help I have no hope to survive.
Now I know that sounds pathetic, that’s because that’s what I am.
So open about my flaws but it’s all part of my plan.
For If I can recognize my flaws you’ll assume I’m trying to change,
but I am lazy and disheartened and I know I will remain the same.
Taking all you can give me trying to live in excess.
You know you’ll make my life much easier, I’ll make your life a mess.
Squirm away stupid leech boy go and die now in the drain,
you speak only of your sadness but are yet to feel true pain.
Embroidered Cat Shirts By Hiroko Kubota
WHY DO THE BEES NEED TO DRIVE
THEY HAVE WINGS
dont you ever bring logic into this movie
Pubes aren’t gross. Armpit hair isn’t gross. Leg hair isn’t gross. Fat isn’t gross. Bones that stick out aren’t gross.
Body policing is gross.