11:11
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
She covers the house in yellow wallpaper, hiding the brutal past that shook the foundations of the house. Her mother hidden away in an institution and her absentee father receiving the bill. Yellow; the color of the end.
i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.
this is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
"i hope to god that body is stronger than my mentality because if it isnt i am bound to collapse and break at any moment."
jus cant shake u