#its all a fucking tragedy beggining to end

[magnoliamyrrh]

noone in the balkans deserves to pay for the sins of their ancestors. ive been saying this for awhile. innocent children and people should not be paying for the sins of their ancestors and everyone in the balkans needs to stop wanting to convince of themselves as the Only Ultimate Victim in every situation ever and wanting to justify more horror for the horrors of the past. there are no clean hands. we are caught in a horrid vicious cycle of revenge and bullshit and opression and it needs to fucking stop

[lilaceas]

flavoured beige

give in & fault from whose behave at hollywood hills & all cars are for slavery seen that magazine covers from very famous women that works to keep breathing & to breathe its obligated to moan as cheap 'em can.

man that suffers is even for not being hard on themselves & a whore & trapped at endless of ruins feeling nothing she came & perfection are to be from heels up hair, satanic, right? baby all red liquors are sweetest & blood's money like her the only girl in the hotel;

buying aren't like trips not talking 'bout my addiction controversy, since beggined that killer codaine & if i'd fuck for pain beigé can take a look to what are for body-shape without fashion at centre & colder that second last when you too high a drink clean & fresh. becomimg her in prisions her in public bathrooms & hate on gas stations where richest sound boring ofc that kind of boy didn't kiss & flaw too his narcotic problem dreams of working to be made his cokenose & her clothings want to make it mine & cleaned down her favourite track & fun is spechless never creative & as sad a whore can be a real whore tries & fake is end those things you only learn by dirt.

where you cannot fail because, walking like a ghost almost getting dead & hurt by treasured sacrimony & mystery aching a skeleton of a woman growth in rebellion fire-scene-tragedy-come-on & don't want to be found dead like;

why i'm afraid of my body & mind too pretty.

home i didn't have anything & too beautiful to not be dead & find it yourself because no vacancy shining brighter than sleepwalkin & divin in...

why a road wife eats all that mount of

cherries.