❝ and oh,
my tongue is a weapon.❞
monday morning

❝ it is better to be
hated for what you are
than to be loved
for what you are not. ❞
tuesday noon

❝ nothing never ends poetically.
it ends and we turn it into poetry.
all that blood was never once beautiful.
it was just red. ❞
wednesday afternoon

❝ you cannot destroy me.
i destroy me. ❞
thursday evening

Fatto il misfatto