UntitledDoes the world still matter when no sentient being observes it?Untitled by BlueAngelsDoNotFly
Or is it a child still babbling once all its friends have stopped listening?
Lay it down softWhen you break the ceilingLay it down soft by BlueAngelsDoNotFly
I know it doesn’t matter
I’ll be in the ocean
swallowed like a bitter pill
in the ribs of some corporate animal
or on the street so dark,
and still they’ll colour me confident
Lay it down soft
Lay me down slow
so I can’t feel it slip away
until one fine, fine day
I write my own ending
Feels Like YearsAnd then I see the internetFeels Like Years by BlueAngelsDoNotFly
And it's like the whole world is bleeding
And I'm a grain of sand drifting along the ocean floor
A washed up drunk on a infinite shore, occasionally sucked back to sea
We seem to have crowned ourselves with wreaths of flowers
They're beautiful... but they've been dead for hours
Feels like seconds.
Feels like years.
StillI always thought by now I would be an adult - that I would be equipped with the necessary skills and mannerisms to survive. But I’m notStill by BlueAngelsDoNotFly
1. I still get nervous going to dinner with people because I don’t like the same food as them and I KNOW they judge me for it. I have a friend who claims to be fussy, but my other friend just said ‘Don’t worry about it, if you think you’re fussy, just look at her. She will always be worse.’
Did they not see how silent I was? The way I looked down? I came to this dinner because you asked me to because you wanted an extra and you’ve just fucked me up for the next week or so before the next wave hits, so fuck you very much.
2. I still feel like I don’t know anything, and that I never will know where my life is going and I still don’t know what I want to do but everyone is telling me I’m going to succeed but I’m fucking not. Everyone says you’re going to be fine but that’s just b