Art By Pelle

Lovesick and loveless

Empty hearts and empty stomachs

Quiet nights and weekend dates

With mannequins and seedless grapes

And skin too tight, too loose, too close

Skin on skin on skin on bones

Within these walls I cry alone

There's no one real inside this home

without the edit

"what did you do with all that anger?"

"i ate it raw, like I was a starving child and it was the only thing that could sustain me."

Yeah maybe I am a little desperate but I'm making up for all the affection I never got growing up 🙃

Café de flore

I am so tired and burnt out, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore