What we believe to be true is an extreme version of reality. Like pain – a significant amount of people experience pain and everything that comes with it, irrespective of the origins of that pain, and therefore we can share in other people’s struggle. However, we intend to paint and narrate a disnified version of this pain so that people can sympathise with us. Despite that, we often express our pain or other emotions in such a manner because that is how it feels. It feels exaggerated and consuming, to a point in which we do not want to stay in it alone.
Lonely as a motherfucker
I don’t have any more tears left.
I said what I shaid
D stands for Not Dead Yet
Stranger with the same blood
Día de Muertos
What a wonderful celebration
Ludus is defined as “sport or play” so this type of lover tends to view love as a game.
The grass is greener on the other side
I hate gardening!
A negative life
It’s like I understand him but, only when we are naked
Sad ain’t it?
I can feel you smirking, laughing in my face
I haven’t given up yet