āoh my angel, come back to meā
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@harmingtheseraph
āoh my angel, come back to meā
A mere press of the lips suffocates me,
The weight of a flower press.
Delicate. Decorative. Dead.
The rose has drained from my skin,
The bright white glint faded from my eyes.
Everythingās left pale. Putrid and jaundiced.
Ornate and overwhelming.
And obviously, definitely dead.
The weight of a lovers embrace.
The crush of a flower press.
fuck i just remembered iām fundamentally unlovable
all roads lead back to the loneliness i felt as a child
"you dodged a bullet"
It actually went through my heart
whats even crazier is that suddenly its consuming my mind all the time.
i forgot what the rush feels like, the adrenaline, the sweet stinging relief.
thereās going to be none of me left
breaking an almost 8 year clean streak is so embarrassing actually, like im literally in my 20s⦠thats so cringe
RIP booksbonesborderline, you will be missed
life is so different now, full of joy and happiness and friendship
so why does my breath still get caught in the back of my throat, chills run down my spine and my heart threaten to break in my ribcage when i see signs of life
it pisses me off to know heād relish in the fact that in the quiet moments where i am alone, still, in the dark, i can feel his cold breath on the back of my neck
he would relish in haunting me, not yet scrubbed completely off my tarnished skin
thinking about your abuser is crazy cause why is it like
āi wonder if you know what you didā
āi wonder if youve changedā
āi wonder if it was really abuse at allā
āi wonder if you think about meā
āi wonder if you hate meā
āi wonder if you think i was the one in the wrongā
āi wonder if i wasā
even my most recent collection of work is all about desire and consumption, im haunted by the human need to eat
it is inescapable, it will digest me alive and whole
how ironic.
feeling like id rather carve out every inch of my own body than ever catch a glimpse of myself in any remotely reflective surface ever again
i love when i buy 2 new pairs of jeans in a size up from a pair i own that do fit but are a little too snug for my taste and then the new jeans dont fit but also fit like i need 2 sizes up (so 3 sizes up from a pair of jeans that does fit me).
i love when companies donāt have standard sizing and make me feel like a disgusting fat fucking whale, its so nice and fun and friendly and quirky of themšššš
my steady hands, the hands that itch to create, now shake with an urge to destroy, to ruin everything iāve built, to bring myself back to rock bottom and run my hands through the coarse dirt
āyou were wrong for what you did to me,
but i was sick for kinda liking itā
- Bella Kay