Ghost

I'm so cringe I need to stooooooppp

[grind-my-bones-into-stardust]

You tear the skin of the bones of an animal, an animal that used to be alive. Tears run down your face. You did not kill this creature but nonetheless it whispers to you like it was you who tore it apart. How is it supposed to know the difference when the blood is on your hands.

[grind-my-bones-into-stardust]

With starry eyes and starry lovers, tearless hearts and heartless mothers, bitten cheeks and bitten tongues, there is no where that I love. There is a place I call my own, but a home I’ve never known.

[grind-my-bones-into-stardust]

bro my orchestra teacher keeps saying these fire quotes and then pretending like nothing happened. Wdym “ladies and gentlemen. We are running out of tomorrows. Now let’s hear cellos at measure 38”???? Like pop off ig?

[grind-my-bones-into-stardust]

does anyone remember that one episode of Sherlock Holmes where Sherlock gets a call from his crazed sister and she is trying to kill someone and he gets another call from a little girl who’s on a plane and everyone’s asleep and she can’t wake anyone up so she’s going to crash, and Sherlock is trying to find his sister before the little girl crashes and then he finds out that the girl on the plane is his sister and it’s a metaphor for how his sister feels like she’s on a plane about to crash and no one can save her? Because I do and there are 100 reasons for why I’m kinda emo and cringe and that episode is 27 of them.

[grind-my-bones-into-stardust]

Are you tired of being the artist, would you like to be the muse? I can stop posing and start painting you. I would like to discover your life and your hues, for you I only ask that I am the artist you choose.

[grind-my-bones-into-stardust]

i love the stars because there’s so many of them and they’re so vast and complex, but they’re also not important and they’re meaningless and in the life span of the universe, they only live in a short second of time. they are so different but from afar they are all the same. and if you look at just one of them it’s really nothing too special, just hydrogen and science stuff. but i still think that stars are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. i don’t care that they’re not that important or meaningful because they are one of my favorite things in this small universe. and i also love them because they are proof that even though i am not important, meaningful, immortal, or unique, maybe one day i could be beautiful too.