Oh, . . .now it’s raining. The day is so young still, I’m actually surprised ( Read more... )

You, You, You, you said.
You made me believe that I was dead. And I was a corpse bride and I was a landslide and it's all in your head and I'm all in your head.

If all you can possibly do to make things right…is walk away…
Walk away.

“What today?” He asked, and she looked strange ( Read more... )

J. D. Salinger ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really even alive ( Read more... )

the incarnation
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sanctuary
sabotage
when to run
and so you're gone/so you're gone
suicide
arachne
(it begins with a curse.)
(fingernails tearing off in his skin.)
morphia
hestia/sacred fire
monarch butterfly
moth
scar tissue
souldad
andromeda
(names of stars and galaxies and things in space...)

could I, a sleek old ( Read more... )

I've never cried so hard as I did yesterday. Rain on the windowsills, I've had better days. Out in the field I saw forget-me-nots. Bobbing and pretty and all in a line. It took a moment, but the concrete came running back, turning all the flowers black, and covering everything. It took a moment, but I realized well enough; there was no field at all ( Read more... )