Why do I heal like a knotted muscle, if I heal at all?
virgo sun scorpio moon sagittarius rising
leo sun cancer moon libra rising
virgo/libra sun what's your moon was it really a joke when you called my emotions sexy?
virgo sun pisces moon can I be friends with your rising?
"WHO DECIDED.... I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS! I DON'T WANT THIS... SO WHO DECIDED? WHO MADE IT THIS WAY?"
I never did it for attention. It just feels better. It does.
And the last thing he could've heard, if he gave a fuck to listen, if his pisces moon didn't get in the way of caring, would've been "...why can't it be easy for people to like me instead of easy for them to dislike me..." Sobs, rustling sheets as his old friend covers me in bed like a blanket, like a wolf mother licking dirty blood off of unnecessary wounds... and I wonder if his dreams that night were the complement to mine.
We're not supposed to care about things that are free. Like community, or family. We're supposed to care about things that cost money. Cars and iPods and fashion, anything to keep us working for the national GDP thinking we're doing it for our own quality of life. And we're supposed to feel proud instead of sick over what they've done to us, and our parents, our aunts uncles cousins nieces and grandparents. And they're doing it to the rest of the world, by slowly and quietly removing alternatives while quickly and loudly offering comforts and toys. Mythological appeal. Fuck you, America. I hope this sends up a hundred little red flags. Fuck you, United States of America. I was born deformed, I can't get that wholeness back. And I will hate you for as long as I live.
leo sun cancer moon libra rising
virgo/libra sun what's your moon was it really a joke when you called my emotions sexy?
virgo sun pisces moon can I be friends with your rising?
"WHO DECIDED.... I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS! I DON'T WANT THIS... SO WHO DECIDED? WHO MADE IT THIS WAY?"
I never did it for attention. It just feels better. It does.
And the last thing he could've heard, if he gave a fuck to listen, if his pisces moon didn't get in the way of caring, would've been "...why can't it be easy for people to like me instead of easy for them to dislike me..." Sobs, rustling sheets as his old friend covers me in bed like a blanket, like a wolf mother licking dirty blood off of unnecessary wounds... and I wonder if his dreams that night were the complement to mine.
We're not supposed to care about things that are free. Like community, or family. We're supposed to care about things that cost money. Cars and iPods and fashion, anything to keep us working for the national GDP thinking we're doing it for our own quality of life. And we're supposed to feel proud instead of sick over what they've done to us, and our parents, our aunts uncles cousins nieces and grandparents. And they're doing it to the rest of the world, by slowly and quietly removing alternatives while quickly and loudly offering comforts and toys. Mythological appeal. Fuck you, America. I hope this sends up a hundred little red flags. Fuck you, United States of America. I was born deformed, I can't get that wholeness back. And I will hate you for as long as I live.