He’s a 10 but he doesn’t know about the moon landing.
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@arwen-moore
He’s a 10 but he doesn’t know about the moon landing.
What’s in my bag haul 💕
Something I’ve been working on…
Bed-bound artist
Things go missing in a girl’s bedsheets.
It begins with small items, a lighter, hair tie, lipstick, pen,
Swallowed by innumerable waves and intricate tangles.
It’s funny, that,
They never seem to appear again.
Soon, entire books, drawings, childhood teddy bears.
They devour her creativity, gnaw at her memories.
She can’t seem to recall a life outside of her bed anymore.
The days pass and she is faced with an inability to move under the weight of missing things.
On the day they abduct her soul, her sanity is lost with it.
She no longer has the energy to strangle the linen and retrieve her missing belongings.
Things go missing in a girl’s bedsheets.
Including her sanity.
But on occasion,
A photograph she doesn’t recognise will appear,
And in turn, another girl, in another bed will find a shade of lipstick she doesn’t wear.
Girlhood, you see connects us in a way we cannot fathom.
Sometimes portals will open in attempt to communicate,
In attempt to save our despondent souls.
When your father won’t touch you or show you affection but he’ll buy you a belt because he noticed your favourite jeans were getting too loose
Or he’ll buy you a jacket because he noticed the way your bare arms wrapped around yourself in the crisp air
Or he’ll buy you a book because he noticed the intense and passionate look on your face when you read
And when your mother shows you all kinds of affection but her touch burns as much as her words
And her ‘I love you’s’ feel venomous, like a threat.
And then you can’t bare to say I love you because it singes your throat on the way out
‘I love you’ but I don’t mean it
i need to know every language immediately
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
HEARTWARMING: Since it is night, girl finally gets to crawl back underneath the covers and be so so so so comfy
HEARTWRENCHING: Morning has come again, poor girl suspects she might be stuck in a Sisyphean curse
my current mental state:
Tell me why I was left alone in the grocery store I work at and this guy comes in and whips out his dick and starts stroking it while looking directly at me?
Constantly living in Arwen’s shadow😔🤘
Sometimes as a woman it’s important for you to wake up late and be alone in the house on a cloudy cold day with your feelings.
It’s all “you’re so gorgeous” “I can’t stop thinking about you” until I start covering my boobs and get ghosted.