claudja 🌙

ciao amici, è uscito il primo singolo di Picicane, il mio progetto musicale eheh open.spotify.com/track/7bPKukfs…

it’s 9am and i’m sobbing because i deserved to be born with a huge humongous cock . where is my cock i can’t see without my cock

girls will survive horrors beyond comprehension and still give love and light and keep it pushing but a man who had one fuckass breakup at 15 will make it his entire personality and be an asshole forever

no amigo hoy no puedo el porrito que me convidaste ayer me despertó una psicosis esquizofrénica persecutoria que vengo cargando en los genes hace generaciones asiq estoy descifrando si me odian todos o solo me odio yo pero mañana puede ser

— Kathy Acker

Yo creo que anarquistas y comunistas deberíamos besarnos en vez de pelear

sometimes people are just an experience and not forever and that’s okay

if grief is love with nowhere to go, then where does it gather? in the corners of your eyes, the back of your throat, that hollow in your chest. waiting for the slightest touch to spill.

real genuine friendship means being inconvenienced by your friends sometimes and thats ok

tus últimas palabras fueron "cuídate mucho" pero Kafka dijo "formas parte de mí, aunque no vuelva a verte nunca."

why do people never really leave when they’re gone? why do they scatter themselves into your life, until your life is made entirely of them. a constant reminder that you don’t lose them once, you lose them in everything, again and again.

I don’t give blow “jobs” because I don’t dream of labor ☭

Aquela cena de fleabag que fala que as mulheres nascem com a dor embutida e carregam isso a vida toda enquanto os homens precisam procurar a dor deles aí criam deuses demonios e provocam guerras

My girlfriend? You wouldn’t know her. She goes to another school of thought, or at least that’s one way of looking at it

trying to explain my dating history while she’s kissing my neck and lifting my shirt a little and i accidentally let out a small moan but i have to lock in because the next part of the story is really interesting

i wonder where it goes, all the love that never made it past the plans we had for it

I will never talk poorly about my past self. She did the best she could and I love her so much for not giving up.