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Tarot, Nicolas Bruno
I'm starting again
denim dreams
I dream of kissing you over again
Tracey Emin, 2013
between the two of you all i see is a bullet and a barrel. i swear you want to end me. i swear i'm going to let you.
In this moment, and never before as much as now, I regret the word hello.
Pistol Whip
This will fall apart. It's not what I want, But it is what I know. Shoving two broken pieces Into a confined space Will not keep them together. And there's a certain beauty In knowing you're destined to detach Because every moment you spend Clinging to the other is a moment That you will cherish. But then it's starts to hurt Because their jagged edges Are cutting into your healed wounds, But letting go seems damning. In the end, self preservation Will repel you from the pain. Being broken on your own Was better than trying to Piece together another person's pain.
friendship has never come too easy. i try too hard when things are blooming, even irises can drown.
That which ever bloomed Is always doomed to wilt. Pray that death is beautiful.
empty perch
winged things are not meant for you. if you are still grounded, there’s not much to do. they need to fly. it hurts, but it’s true.
i'm still breathing, and i've reached a place where that doesn't upset me.
xiii. your ancestors ripped the world apart in search of spices and all you have in your cupboard is salt.
Cassidy Scanlon
you are the reason to write of summer in the dead of winter.
i wrote you into a song, and i've come to regret the words.
breathing is the first mistake. it is that single act that makes us impure. there is no place in the world sacred enough to preserve innocence.
check out is at 11
i feel like i should tell you that i hung the towels to dry. the clothes are folded and put neatly away. the bed is made, and the floor is swept. i left everything the way it was before i made a mess of your life.
Hello, it's me.