f.t. willz poems
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trechos que me atormentam a mente ou que apenas acho legal
all our molecules are colliding and yet we’ve never even touched, but it’s the oxygen carrying all my bad intentions over to you (understand?).
September 23, 2024 at 8:04 PM
all our molecules are colliding and yet we’ve never even touched, but it’s the oxygen carrying all my bad intentions over to you (understand?).
though our lips have not touched, we breathe the same air
September 23, 2024 at 2:31 AM
though our lips have not touched, we breathe the same air
please make me believe in _________ i want to know what it’s like
September 22, 2024 at 11:37 PM
please make me believe in _________ i want to know what it’s like
you are mine my darling...
and the world...
yes, the world shall be ours.
and the world...
yes, the world shall be ours.
September 22, 2024 at 6:59 PM
you are mine my darling...
and the world...
yes, the world shall be ours.
and the world...
yes, the world shall be ours.
don’t pray for me, because i could care less about you and, obviously, you feel the same
September 22, 2024 at 5:46 PM
don’t pray for me, because i could care less about you and, obviously, you feel the same
i hate pretty much everything i do, and i learned that from you (only you no one else just you do you see the joke now do you do you).
September 22, 2024 at 4:44 AM
i hate pretty much everything i do, and i learned that from you (only you no one else just you do you see the joke now do you do you).
the problem here is that no one really trusts anyone else. but maybe it’s better to trust no one, prepare for the worst.
September 22, 2024 at 4:03 AM
the problem here is that no one really trusts anyone else. but maybe it’s better to trust no one, prepare for the worst.
and now i think it’s time for me to go. will i be back one day? i don’t know. but if i ever am, you can bet your ass i’ll be saying, “i told you so.”
September 21, 2024 at 2:42 PM
and now i think it’s time for me to go. will i be back one day? i don’t know. but if i ever am, you can bet your ass i’ll be saying, “i told you so.”
it’s still amusing, how hard you try. and i’m still not sorry for laughing when you trip over your own feet. it’s okay, because i do the exact same thing. in that respect, i guess we’re the same.
September 20, 2024 at 11:02 PM
it’s still amusing, how hard you try. and i’m still not sorry for laughing when you trip over your own feet. it’s okay, because i do the exact same thing. in that respect, i guess we’re the same.
that sickening feeling when you’re not yourself. i’m not myself. who is myself? myself is no one. that’s who I am.
no one.
no one.
September 20, 2024 at 2:53 PM
that sickening feeling when you’re not yourself. i’m not myself. who is myself? myself is no one. that’s who I am.
no one.
no one.
i’m always sour to the taste, bitter to the end, selfish to a fault. i’d love for you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in ulcers that only a mother could love.
September 19, 2024 at 9:44 PM
i’m always sour to the taste, bitter to the end, selfish to a fault. i’d love for you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in ulcers that only a mother could love.
such a shame that something so beautiful could actually be so ugly.
September 19, 2024 at 2:25 AM
such a shame that something so beautiful could actually be so ugly.
the art of lying is a science: i’ll put on my lab coat and my safety goggles and tinker inside your head until all you see is what i want you to see.
September 18, 2024 at 7:05 PM
the art of lying is a science: i’ll put on my lab coat and my safety goggles and tinker inside your head until all you see is what i want you to see.
from my head to my middle finger, i really think i like you.
September 18, 2024 at 12:12 AM
from my head to my middle finger, i really think i like you.
i still don’t care about your bright, feeble existence. but then you never cared much for mine, did you?
September 17, 2024 at 8:18 PM
i still don’t care about your bright, feeble existence. but then you never cared much for mine, did you?
i can learn to live with my darkness and my tragedies, you can trust me. please trust me.
September 17, 2024 at 3:36 PM
i can learn to live with my darkness and my tragedies, you can trust me. please trust me.
your hands are so soft yet so cold maybe i held them for too long and the skin began to crack and peel, burned by my stupid little star or maybe i’ve never held them at all
September 17, 2024 at 1:57 AM
your hands are so soft yet so cold maybe i held them for too long and the skin began to crack and peel, burned by my stupid little star or maybe i’ve never held them at all
do you wanna get matching tattoos, have the same haircut, go steady and just be friends so we can fuck everyone else who looks just like us, thinks like us and feels like us too?
September 16, 2024 at 10:38 PM
do you wanna get matching tattoos, have the same haircut, go steady and just be friends so we can fuck everyone else who looks just like us, thinks like us and feels like us too?
i’d love you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in ulcers
September 16, 2024 at 4:46 PM
i’d love you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in ulcers
i’ve found healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, behind your lips
September 16, 2024 at 1:35 PM
i’ve found healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, behind your lips