“a thousand years in perfect symmetry, a thousand years, no getting rid of me (tw for disordered eating, drugs, & suicidal ideation)”
a thousand years in perfect symmetry, a thousand years, no getting rid of me (tw for disordered eating, drugs, & suicidal ideation)
In a LC! mood for the first time in a long time, so here's something a little morbid, for the sake of irony.
Seems apt for the contemplation occurring as we stand betwixt the year just gone and our futures. Happy New Year mother fuckers.
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart..
I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me Five hundred behind, A thousand years in perfect symmetry
my first (and last?) jam. no fruit here unfortunately