Oh dearest, oh beloved ( Read more... )

Grass like soft needles. That's how I thought of it at the time; but let's be more descriptive. It's like coral. Sesame noodles. It crunches under me and it BLEEDS! It even bleeds on me! This little emerald smear I have to slyly wash from my hands when I get back home. I said I slipped ( Read more... )

I don't know that there was any particular reason, but I was born with a literal pit in my chest ( Read more... )

I want you to see three bright shining pieces of amazement ( Read more... )

Feels like
somehow you found your way around to this?No ( Read more... )

It is a perfect alloy. A fantastic alignment. Multiple planes pointing in the same direction.

Blood does not stick, earth does not cling, light only shoots straight back.

It is a perfect blade.

Those thoughts those thoughts those thoughts.

They strike.

ARE YOU WANTED ( Read more... )

There are, I suppose, tiny flashes that impose themselves upon my day. Images, if you want to call them that ( Read more... )

I don't particularly follow ( Read more... )

The stars move when I listen. I swear I swear I swear that there is no longer a fixed point in this world because when she starts talking the entirety of this quaint little existence tilts. It's when I stare at her. And I do stare. The way her bangs flip defiantly to where they wish; the way the milky little angles of her irises reflect; almost ( Read more... )