i think i love you, which is odd, because i promised myself i couldn't love anything that breathes - on account of a sense for the dramatic and also one time i got thrown against the ground so hard that the splatter was chalk dust. i said i'd never let that happen standing up. it happened like a sunrise anyway, between the fingers over my eyes. you flew as a bird and made a nest in my heart. i want it to pass over me like a locust. my hands keep shaking. anything close can cut through bone. like looking down a deep hole, i hear the stones skitter over and plunge. i wanna be an adult about this and instead i feel like crying. this will only make things worse. i wasn't supposed to do this again. what a fool, this girl.
it's like she wants to get hurt.
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I think any inanimate thing you regularly care for becomes a little alive.
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little update: my hair was long and now it's not
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going insane
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familiar things
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"heaven sent" filet crochet (inspo) - do not repost
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love changes you
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The Collected Poems, ‘Poem for a Birthday’ by Sylvia Plath
[ID: Eaten or Rotten. I am all mouth.]
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they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes
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if you were a deity, what would you be the god of
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heather havrilesky
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in the club tearing the fuck out of my fingernails and cuticles
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― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out
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