❝ it was like the words had been ready to spill at any minute and this moment, with the cherry laced smoke from the new cigarette, and the fresh sweetgrass on the breeze from the school field, the coolness of the Formica tiles on her thighs, and the wedding chimes on the wind-was a union of many unsaid things, a gathering of minds and souls that felt the deep ache she did, that yearned for just a little more, for something vivid and gorgeous-for something written in wishes in their diaries, something prayed for, knelt by their beds on a warm evening, something they dreamt about in panicked flushes on hot and sticky nights❞ After each promising something important at a mossy altar in a forest clearing, three disillusioned teenage girls give themselves the summer to fulfil their greatest desires. But when things start to take a darker turn, the girls have to grapple with a strange new reality-one that holds more power than they know.

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"𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞." dishevelled, shameful poems in eating disorder recovery. © teething 2023

"𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬." ugly poems for withering minds. © teething 2023

Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are you gonna be?

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤 ༉‧₊˚. ╭・𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ⋆✮

𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷𝑆.

[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed