مجلهٔ عسل طعم تلخ دارد.

بعد از هر فروپاشی روانی:

The eye of god

I let you know me, see me

زمانی که وقتم رو صرف خوندن کتاب می‌کنم تنها زمانی هست که احساس نمی‌کنم دارم وقتم رو تلف می‌کنم

و کومان.

تنها بخش قابل تحمل جمعه‌ها، ویدئوییه که مرجان آپلود می‌کنه

اره داریم و یکی از crazyترین پرونده هاییه که تاحالا کاور کردم

I could drink your blood if you let me, baby Hang from your rafters, patchwork & paisley I could suck you dry on the rocks with a twist But just like a vampire, I don't exist Walkie-talkie static, white noise telepath Can you read between the Morse code lines? Dead from the neck up, but living just enough To beg you, "pretty boy, please, let me die" Well, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby Drain you o' your love until you hate me Mm, I could take your life, if you're done with it, sweetheart Used to picking at that, only ate the good parts Hey, whatever works, I'm a cheap date Falling off the bone, I'm awful-glad we met We only ever notice what's in front of us Read over my shoulder, breathing down my neck Are we on the same page yet, I'm getting old here! Come on don't you get it? What the heck? Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby Drain you o' your love until you hate me Yes, to err is human, so don't be one This was a mistake, I'll take my leave But, before I go, let me know if you see A little black bag with a toe tag please If you don't hate me, then reanimate me Prove it to me baby, lightning in my veins These instincts I've met needed to stave me Monsters must be people too, so oh geez! Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby Drain you o' your love until you hate me I will drink your blood 'till your lips turn blue Drain you o' your love, if you want me to

واقعا به انسان‌هایی که با صورت بدون ابرو هم زیبا هستن حسودیم می‌شه.

I think what terrifies me the most is the idea that this might be who I really am. not funny girl I am with some friends, not the reckless brat I am when I’m drunk, but this. This broken little thing that gets sad over nothing. This fragile spine that cries over nothing. This stupid fucking girl that is completely lost. Who ruins things. Who breaks hearts. Who seems too weak and unstable to handle her own life. Because what if this is all I ever will be? What if I can never escape this? This moment in which I am tired and angry and hurt and crumbled up with red eyes and a giant ball in the middle of my throat? What if this is my past, my present, and my future? What if this is me as a kid, as a teenager, as a fucking adult? me, my whole life, unable to figure anything out. What if I can never escape the 15-year-old me?

I will die and my spirit would still not be over Mizumono.