that application is making her look like the phantom of the paradise, teeth probably getting there as wellLuna has had an uneventful week that has allowed her to delight in simple pleasures.
She praised a cheap beauty product for its efficacy.
She later generously demonstrated the results of said cosmetic.
As always, she found herself in the grip of The Sadness and held fast to the embrace of her beloved pill stash.
Ngl, I'm a fan of the cat shirt. I almost missed the gross track marks and what looks like it could be an abscess. Would've been easy to crop that out but it's all part of the ~aesthetic~Today has been a very busy day for our Dainty Queen.
Her laborious tasks including but not limited to, writing poetry, drawing, taking photos of her trinkets and drugs and taking photos of a wound on Lurch's arm.
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I. crooked tooth smile, chapped lips to hide ‘em
heart paved in hold but hidden from the world with a padlock, they can’t see it
coughing up blood, cysts, phlegm
my mind is twisted with hysterical fits
i wanna breathe, but i wanna hang, my moods run wild every moment i’m awake
rupturing arteries just awaiting my eternal earthquake.
II. i feel scared all the time, an animal trapped in a jar
i’ve tried everything, i’ve loved all the real ones, but it hasn’t gotten me far
boy was my one true life but i don’t want him in my body anymore
i read paragraph after paragraph and watch the clouds go by, such a bore
falling victim to my own misery
falling victim to my shit family history.
III. alternative is love and all i’ll ever have, all i’m meant to be
my memories are wishy washy but
this time i’m ready to be free
i’m nothing more than a creature, a mutt
ravaging curdled milk and suffering knotted hair
but my family always promised one thing and that’s that nothing will ever be fair.
IV. i’m shocked everyday that i awake, continuing to breathe
i pune after the worst people since age six
every morning all i want, more than life, is to leave
but it seems there is no escape, nothing stronger than the magic of a warm internal fix
i just want to, no i need to, bleed.
V. I don’t want to eat anymore, i can’t bear another pound
elegant gowns and long silver hair don’t fit this evil body, foul
i refuse to feel like an empty fucking mound
cover the mirrors, close the blinds, nobody wants to see this, i howl
wrap me in a blanket and leave me there for weeks
only feed me through a needle, i’m just another one of you freaks.
VI. i’m i’m not innocent, i’m empty and feel hard
all i ever wanted to do was create more
i’ve been so many things, longingly your muse
i’m always halfway out the door
so fucking weak, what am i? a body in peril
nothing more than a creature running wild and feral.
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yes, that is a Coach handbag.
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You would actually be surprised at how good cheaper makeup brands can be. Lina's fried brain has just caused her to become cosmetically ignorant.The dollar store make-up isn't at fault. Even if she put on high-end, expensive shit to cover her bad skin, she'd still wouldn't know how to blend.
I keep on telling myself this because some of my make-up is from a dollar store and I don't manage to look this bad when wearing it.
Both of them try (or tried) to be like Nancy, but there was nothing glamorous about her lifestyle in terms of being in late 60s-early 80s NYC, since fucking everyone notable was on heroin, cocaine, or both (though coke was kinda more of a west coast thing). All Luna does is hang out in her room all day complaining online, putting out the same pieces of artwork that look like they were drawn by 13 yr old. Spungen hung out with Warhol factory girls, Love came from a bunch of connections/worked as an actress, both of them had famous musician male partners-- None of which Luna has, because her and Lurch are the most unproductive, untalented type of junkie. It's the same shit with Trisha Paytas larping as a washed up Marilyn Monroe/Anna Nicole Smith, or Artie Lange becoming the bonafide fat comedian junkie ala John Belushi/Chris Farley. None of these people understand that becoming your idol largely depends on achieving peak fame first, junkiedom second. There's nothing interesting about imitating these people if literally nobody but a bunch of forum weirdos know who you are.I find it so weird she tries to imitate Courtney Love, a woman who was just trying to skinwalk Nancy Spungeon.
Gives a lot of credence to the idea that if you want to live the BPD punk junkie life, then it’s best to do like Nancy and die before your 21st birthday. What comes after the teenage punk rebel phase ain’t pretty.