There's this indescribable ache that swarms beneath my skin on random days and I am always saying 'fuck off' but it never… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I spent years of being a ghost / Unsure of where home is anymore / I tell them I feel nothing /… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
Back pushed against the wall. Hearts shattered like broken glass. The rain's dropping harder than ever like the mood(s) of Sylvia Plath. — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
The world goes to sleep when it's a cold winter. All except those writers in which it naturally rains inside of them… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
I'm exhausted from the nonexistent bullshit my mind makes up. To suffer from imagination rather than from reality has got to be… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
There is nothing inspiring about this at all. Truthfully, not everything sad is art and sometimes sad shit is really all that… — Needa Muy Art Copy Share Image
There are some dried flowers found in between the pages of your books.. you've done a lot of saving, haven't you? — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
My weaknesses are also my strengths. Youd find it funny how I'm complacent with pain. The type who'd fall down seven times,… — Needa Muy Copy Share Image
