3 inches of rain

and we stand in our bubble

I on the landing in my boxers alone, skin still warm from blankets.

You at the bottom of the stairs, freshly ironed and shaved, heading for far away.

I had a panic attack. It's been a while since my heart tried to escape its bone bars ( Read more... )

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redo redo redo redo redo redo redo.
please?

Dreams become dust.
Dreams of dust.
When did this sinking feeling become actual sinking?

No such thing.

Time has fallen in on itself and the pictures of the past have places but not days ( Read more... )

Oh Rejoice, the sky is fucking falling.

I'm sick of these muddafuckin words on this muddafuckin page.

My dreams are like casual lovers. Lovely flakes ( Read more... )