♡ a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze ♡
i wish i was someone and not an amalgam of objects and people i stole from visually and conceptually and crafted my identity from their ashes and remains, their nectar of perished existence and their lingering, dwelling, that i have determined within myself to keep ablaze. like a cockroach, i never die; when will i die? i think i need to.