haunted house

“and these arms no longer feel like home but another haunted house with dead flowers and living corpses.”   (this was something i wrote 3 months ago, it doesnt quite make sense to me anymore. but to some it does, so okay.)


if you ever feel disturbed and sad, go to your nearest playground and sit on the swings. put on your earphones and play “we’re fighting again ” by flat sound, or “falling slowly” by the swell season or “you are the coffin” by flatsound (rainy mood edit) and put them on repeat. at first, swing…