[stalgivc]

[adicttive]

[spinachdiarrhoea]

danazanatwins ☾⋆

[bones8all]

coffee before bed / Chapter : Lines We Cross. From a book i'll never write, titled ''Fracture of Reason''

She claimed she’d study law tonight. I know that's a lie. She's a liar. And so am i. Can't help it. The story breathes against my neck..

I have a bad feeling. No, that's also a lie. I'm starving for the fall — for the crack, the fracture, the sweet satisfaction that follows. In the dark, she’ll lick the bones clean. And I’ll breathe against her ear, just enough to blur the line between voice and echo - more, more, more...'' almost kindly, almost cruelly

[bones8all]

the loathsome yellow paint

Commencement of term. The school’s interior looked suitably depressing, the yellow plaster peeling away like vermin retreating into the dark. One might assume its sole purpose in life was to offend the eye of every passing student. That is, of course, if one valued aesthetics—which she most certainly did. And so, every godforsaken time she passed that corridor, a silent curse escaped her lips at the sight of that loathsome yellow paint. I almost pity the paint. But that, after all, was hardly the reason one came to school. No, the point was something else entirely — a mystery known only to the headmistress, the janitor, and perhaps the devil himself, who surely took notes each morning from the faculty room ceiling.

[sustancy]

[9e978e]

via

[imwearingasecondskin]

[imawinnerforever]

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

- Gloria Steinem

And probably a bunch of other people too. FWIW, you can know the risk of saying your truth and choose silence. Your story is yours until the day you’re ready to speak.

[kudeita]

from nowhere to nowhere

[road0flife]

[lilafellfromheaven]

like what am I even for

[notprettyenough-sad]

[bones8all]

i keep thinking about that night. The green dragon. She..she’s baking cookies. The blood is as comforting as it is a longing as it is hate. Jump? An instant flash of distant car lights and the sky and outlinings of the trees. An angel. I’m in hell. Who’s feeding me. You are not my mom. Why’d i think you are. Why are people having sex behind me (ina tent), my hospital bed. Voices screaming, they all are coming in through the windows to kill us . PURE horror. Tried standing up, but my legs were broken and fell instantly. A kick from a reality. Nurse’s voice. Paintings of angel’s. They creep me out now. Why do they all look the same. I never intended. Blood. i can’t conjure so i type the words i imagine i taste i have overwhelming hunger. It’s like a blanket. There was a time when i hadn’t a thing in my room that wasn’t once touched with a spatter of blood. The sheets, floors, the night sky projector still has uncleaned brown stains on it. The crazy lady tried to take my bloody hoodie away. What was not ruined by blood. I’m laying on an old bloody matress. Pain i’ve caused is my pain i can tolerate.

[ratbeef95]

[2j]