I have let all my figs rot & still I wait for them to be ripe enough for me.
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I have let all my figs rot & still I wait for them to be ripe enough for me.
I see the rotting leaves on the plants I forget to water & still I wonder why Iām rotting along. When will I tend to my garden without waiting for someone with a gallon to walk by.
is God tired of me begging for you back
the flowers are growing & the evening is lighter. i will love again.
i love you, and iām ok with from afar. just think of me sometimes when the moon is bright.
he feels like the in between. the in between of seasons. when i think of him i can feel the cool breeze in the warm sunlight as the season turns from winter to spring. i can hear the trees rattle with the wind and smell that crisp fresh air of the earth thawing. i feel it in my soul. my cold heart turning warm, just as the earth through the seasons, with his return. to him i was always the in between. never the lover always the filler, in between. with the seasons changing i will wait till spring. till you come back to find me again.
I have bags under my eyes, even in my dreams.
boyfriend material.
From a interview today šš„µ so sexy
i canāt do this while iām ovulating
me clearing my history after reading the most unhinged & smuttiest fanfiction that would probably put me into a psych ward if anyone found outš
i just know tom blyth is the type to talk you through itš
i blame Hollywood for my taste in bad men. they make EVERY bad guy be played by the HOTTEST men i have ever laid my eyes on!!!!
therapist: āso youāve fallen in love with an obsessive, manipulative, narcissistic killer who happens to be fiction?ā
me:
i like to check all the boxes maāamš
"Remember who the real enemy is." Finnick babygirl, I forgot when they put Tom Blyth in blonde curls.š
if evil⦠why cute?
me after reading ANOTHER tom blyth/ coriolanus snow fan fiction
I can not get over how AMAZING YALLS WRITING IS. I AM FERAL & AFRAID!!!
Noun.
When I think of a noun, a person, place or thing, I can not think of it lightly. Everything about that person, place or thing digs up the deepest, soul-stirring, moment bond to it that I have no desire to give up. Mother, the woman I disagreed with most yet she's the woman I want to be. Father, the man who taught me strength and fragility. Sister, the girl I always wanted to be equals with and yet differed from the most. Brother, the boy who understands me the most yet is unaware of who I truly am. School, the place that held my chosen family and mortal enemies. Home, the place I look for everywhere I go yet can not seem to find. Brain, my greatest protector and biggest obstacle. Heart, the one you held and the one you broke.
I need this man biblically.