And in the end there is only darkness of death and the last second of our life that wasted
Someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before god could catch them smoking…
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Billie Eilish – Not My Responsibility
2:05
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Do my shoulders provoke you? Does my chest?
Am I my stomach? My hips?
The body I was born with
Is it not what you wanted?
If I wear what is comfortable
I am not a woman
If I shed the layers
I'm a slut
Though you've never seen my body
You still judge it
And judge me for it
Why?
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Do my shoulders provoke you? Does my chest?
Am I my stomach? My hips?
The body I was born with
Is it not what you wanted?
If I wear what is comfortable
I am not a woman
If I shed the layers
I'm a slut
Though you've never seen my body
You still judge it
And judge me for it
Why?
How strange people are…
Whenever I feel that I know them I realize that I only got to know half of their personalities and maybe they are not the one on my mind
Whenever I feel that I know them I realize that I only got to know half of their personalities and maybe they are not the one on my mind