Are there any organisations that deal with the likes of pigeons getting their feet wrapped in string? Any time im in or around hueston station I see a ton of them with really bad feet and I feel so bad for them
When I sit, and I wait
When it gets so unbearable I ignore myself,
When I take the first sip, and the rest that follow.
When I start to feel my jaw, my eyes get heavy,
When I start to feel comfortable again, and only then,
The tears flow. There is no beauty in self destruction,
Yet I strive for it as if it's perfection.
I and only I can fuck myself up.
And it's so comfortable doing so.
Far less scary than letting the world do it instead.