｡･ﾟﾟ･ ѕυииι ･ﾟﾟ･｡

meteor shower
          quick
          take cover but
          the hues in our hair complement one another
          i'd sell my own bones
          for sapphire stones
          cus blue
          is your
          favourite colour <3

merry 27th december y'all
          
          i forgot to post a merry christmas message on christmas but hey, i hope y'all had a wonderful time with your families, or just with yourselves. i don't know your situations.
          i hope you're safe, too. these are still scary times, and i hope that just because it's the holidays your mentalities didn't change. please survive until 2021, for me. it'll hopefully get better then.

time is an illusion that helps things make 
          sense
          and so we’re always living
          in the present tense
          it seems unforgiving when a good thing
          ends
          but you and i will always be back
          then

there's gotta be a reason that i'm here on earth
          gotta be reason for the dust
          and the dirt
          the changing of the seasons never changed my hurt
          so what's it worth,
          what's it worth?
          worth another shot of whisky and another sip of gin
          another drop of poison that is slowly sinking in
          if we're going down together,
          better take another hit
          we won't be here forever 
          so let's make the best of it.

mistakes were made to let go,
          i tried to lay down my law.
          it’s so
          so 
          pretty.
          i shattered mirrors to cope,
          you made me hate what i saw
          oh
          it’s such
          a
          pity.
          

i don’t speak 
          my mind,
          i just sit and listen.
          i’m there 
          on time,
          ‘cus they don’t 
          know i’m missing.
          sometimes
          i would rather stay home
          than show up to be ignored and alone.

i’m currently descending back into my portal 2 obsession for the third time in the past six months,,,
          please help: i’m out of well-written wheatley fanfics to read and i’ve read blue sky too many times to count and i’m avoiding writing my own,, (although it’d be good practise i guess)
          (just as a side note, y’all can find me on tiktok by the same name where i’ll probably be cosplaying wheatley some time soon!!)

you know those kinds
          of girls
          who look like they’re made
          of honey and glass
          of sticky sweet ash,
          and you can’t get the taste off your tongue -
          burnt sugar and a little bit of rum?
          and she dances in the rain with her clothes on,
          drenched to the bone, never knows when she’s all gone.
          she’s the life of the party
          and deep down i know
          that nobody flinches when she takes off her clothes
          and i wonder
          what it’s like
          to be one of those girls
          to sit in the sun
          and look at the world
          and never think,
          “wow,
          am i enough?”

i've 
          got a record player 
          that was made in 2014
          dyed my hair blue
          it came out a 
          seasick 
          sorta
          green
          i like vintage dresses
          when they fall
          just 
          below my knees
          i pretend 
          i scraped them
          climbing in the trees.
          sometimes 
          i think
          all i'm ever doing is
          trying to convince myself i'm alive,
          sometimes 
          i think
          all i'm ever doing is
          trying to convince myself i'm alive.

you know i,
          i'm afraid of change
          guess that's why
          we stay the same.
          so tell me to leave,
          i'll pack my bags,
          get on the road.
          find someone that loves you
          better than i do -
          darling, i know.
          'cus you remind me every day
          i'm not enough but i still stay