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[strangers-inthe-night]

Art: メリークリスマス！

Artist: 田山

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[a-tos-ka]

choose disappointment

[a-tos-ka]

i am taking this in, slowly, taking it into my body: this grief. how slow the body is to realize. you are never coming back.

[a-tos-ka]

Forgive me for everything and, please, listen to me. I love you to death. For you, there resides not love inside me, but a thing larger than love. Eight days, and my heart is still seizing, death-like. i feel it swelling up inside me and crushing my soul.

[a-tos-ka]

i am too pure for you or anyone. your body hurts me as the world hurts God.

[a-tos-ka]

i'm so sick. i'm cool. snap me like a twig, you don't even have to look twice just tell me that you like it. tell me i make you feel good. i want to be your number one. wanna rock your world a little. wanna kill to make you touch me - just once. just softly. you don't even gotta mean it.

[a-tos-ka]

i love that you got daddy issues, and i do too

[abandoned000]

[a-tos-ka]

i don’t want to be the one this time.

[a-tos-ka]

my life he would destroy, he does destroy —  though see i clearly the trembling of the hand that holds the knife.

[fioredelacour]

credence barebone aesthetic

[a-tos-ka]

i don't want to be the one this time.

[a-tos-ka]

actually, you said love, for you,                                is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion.                                it’s terrifying. no one will ever want to sleep with you.

[a-tos-ka]

it’s so strange, back at home all the flowers had wilted at once.  since you were absent or since so was the water. or maybe they had decided it’s utterly useless to grow here. packed up all the remnants of joy and were gone. 

[sometimestuesday-deactivated202]

‘What if the devil doesn’t know he’s the devil?’

I saw a dead deer by the side of the road this morning. It looked like someone killed it on purpose.

I tell my thoughts to shut up. I break through my brain like a trap door in the floor & fall into it. I sit on my hands to keep them from doing things I don’t want them to do. Say again that I could never do a cruel thing. Would never swerve to kill, not me. All the bad I’ve done was an accident. Nightmare: a hundred different versions of me trapped together in a room. I lose teeth. I lose limbs. I keep my cool.

Let the version of me that never left you as a chalk outline on the sidewalk be the one to come out unharmed. She’s good. She deserves it. Another me was afraid of the dark but I’ll tell you something  new and terrifying: all the see-through and light, the walls made  of glass, no curtains to hide behind. All the time I was scared  there was someone watching me, but. Knowing no one is watching me is pretty scary too.

[a-tos-ka]

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

[a-tos-ka]

i am walking on the edge beside you  looking into your eyes, i am only dying;