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i don't have access to @angelmiilk anymore and i thought i'd lost access to this blog too but apparently i'm still logged on on my ipod so that's a thing
now i'm 20 years old / pray for me
i'm officially 20 🎂💦💓
Another little lamb has gone To dwell with him who gave Another little darling babe Is sheltered in the grave God needed one more angel child Amidst his shining land And so he bent with loving smiles And clasped out darlings hand
Epitaph on the back of a Victorian postmortem photograph ~ (via arnarvelouspersona)
away in rural japan even at the height of spring the electric blankets were switched on so that you could rush in as fast as the sliding doors would permit from tending crops or taking a shower to throw yourself under and be embraced by warmth found within the paper house. but now in what is presumably the depth of the british winter the heat sleeping between the sheets created by another electric blanket is too much to bear causing me to push my duvet down all the way to my now toasting toes.
Santa brought me toys
oh goodness i've got myself in such a mess, i just don't know what to do - i feel like i've lead this poor boy on, but how could he think we were together if we never spoke to each other ?? i feel so awful about it all ...
as we kiss i wonder how something can seem to be so pure and yet so unclean at the same time. it feels as if my tongue were in a plant pot lapping desperately at the dirt which now fills your mouth and mine. you buried yourself long ago now rotting sweetly i can taste you in the soil it feels as if i might suffocate.
i’m back home for a few hours but everyone i know is either away at uni or too busy to meet up (or living in another country) so i’m just going to go and relax at the cemetery and read “the remains of the day” until i have to go back again
Alice Snow
*wears fairy wings to therapy*