a smashed plate for a shattered soul

[confusedeasily]

Please play Tom Brady going in to high-five Casper the mother fucking ghost at my funeral

[brokencrochery]

10.49pm 19.10.16

I always marvel over the fact that someone who claims to be "the man" can continuously act like a child. Truly I am baffled. You are nothing more than a spineless creature who has mastered the art of being a cunt. No, truly you have. The day you die is the day my soul can finally be at peace and I can only pray for that day to be the next one on the calender.

[brokencrochery]

11.55pm 09.10.16

Tears alone will not drown you. There is something about pain, so infinite and all consuming that makes you just want to tear out you fucking uterus. But of course you refrain and revel in the pain.

[brokencrochery]

1.56pm 05.10.16

You preach your scriptures as if I should drink from the words of a God that wields no power over me.

Why should I praise the name of a man whose very existence has caused so much destruction?

So much hatred?

So much fear?

Make no mistake, I am not a meek and feeble woman who will blindly follow the faith of a man who will never truly understand my complexities. You will never own my body or my spirit.

My body belongs to no man but the earth my ancestors carved with their very own flesh and my spirit will use the stars as mere stepping stones from this life to the next.

So you can take your scriptures, they have no place within this sacred shrine.

[brokencrochery]

11.21pm 04.10.16

Pride is a sin and yet the very thought of her twisted smirk is enough to send my soul to hell. Her new found strength is a thing of beauty and I can only be it’s humble servant. She is the true Queen of ice and snow and God help any man who tries to take her throne.

[brokencrochery]

8.56pm 04.10.16

Blood bubbles within my veins and my lungs feel like they’re drowning in acid. The whistling that escapes this ivory cage is the only thing that reminds me I’m alive.

[brokencrochery]

11.00pm 03.10.16

I don’t know if it’s the anger or the adrenaline that makes my skin prickle all I know is that if he doesn’t shut his fucking mouth I’m going to kill him.