Magnolia

mors mihi lucrum | ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

[demigoddessqueens]

save me sexy priest with a kind heart, save me

[lazarus-typing]

hey 👋 jude 🧍‍♂️ don’t ❌ make it bad 👎 take a sad 😢 song 🎶 and make it better 👍

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

some of you guys are born with calculators shoved up your ass and i DO NOT like it

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

when you match with your friend and she just looks so SCRANN

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

why is he like this

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

can we all calm down and not work cus some of you are REALLLL neeks and youre bringing the grade boundaries up

[lazarus-typing]

my friend is talking to a boy and it’s making me so horribly jealous because boys never like me

[lazarus-typing]

btw i’m over it now but i still don’t like him

[lazarus-typing]

they aren’t talking anymore and i’m mad at him about it

[lazarus-typing]

we must kill him

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

kill john lennon KILL JOHN LENNON

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

guys i freaking love my friend shes so cute i cant wait to see her when i get back from half term!!!

[lazarus-typing]

my friend is talking to a boy and it’s making me so horribly jealous because boys never like me

[lazarus-typing]

btw i’m over it now but i still don’t like him

[lazarus-typing]

they aren’t talking anymore and i’m mad at him about it

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

so i officially freaking cant stand this guy...

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

l'oiseau

there was a song that you

once sang to me and it

echoed into my bones its

thunder and its heart formed a

ring around my wrists enshackled

them to you in an attempt to

keep me caged but you would

never come to see me and now maybe

i could learn to sing again

a song instead of yours

it is one of mine

and i could learn to fly

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

eulogy of a memory

the bones on a baby bird

glow a sheen of soft white

onto chubby fingers.

feathery down barely spouting

and the dry heat has wiped away

any cool from the leaves of the tree.

it chirps and pecks

eventually laid onto the ground

surrounded by a little shadow.

it can smell the salt

and the wind that drifts

splashing gentle rain onto its grey body.

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

perfection

the search for perfection has got me insatiable.

my gums puff and swell and ooze

i hunger, i salivate, i swallow.

gulping at the stale air, dark creature with the teeth

i need, i want. i want perfection

i want the perfection,

an explosion in the abyss.

- h

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

calling it quits (tw: sh, addiction)

quitting you would mean

putting down my phone, as hot as the flame on a cigarette.

spitting out the tears i swallow, the salty taste lingers on my tongue like your last words to me.

locking our love away, the temptation heavier than any pill i will ever take, any drug i will ever ingest.

wrapping my heart, no more cuts from your sharp eyes and silence, i put the blade down.

calling you and telling you i quit, otherwise i will come clawing back to you.

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

brightening

when the sun shines its as if

all of you surrounds me.

maybe you know how glorious your

smile, eyes, laughter and humor

light a path for my heart,

closer to you.

i adore you, my luminating sweetheart.

i love you, my brightening sun.

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

plea for a farewell

Touch me not

with your hands,

but with your words.

For the budding blossoms of bruises from past palms

have just begun their stinging bloom

and I am, I am

in need of the rushing monsoon of tender whispers and worshipping praise.

Love me not

with your heart,

but with your mind.

For the heart knows not of the sacrifices I make to love,

instead tearing down bramble and thorns in hopes

of finding me subdued and meek.

However, the mind with calm patience,

nurtures the abandoned path that finds me

within, wanting, waiting.

Hurt me not

with your tears,

instead turn away.

Please, I beg, don’t

look at me with those eyes.

I cannot withhold my sorrow nor my loathing,

for you have turned me into neither human nor beast

and I have forgotten the shape I had once held.

- hui

[magnolias-in-the-wind]

self-cannibalising mind

whenever i feel like this

my stomach starts to ache

and my teeth shrink and bite down onto themselves.

perpetual fear is not what i was made for

but its been burrowing into my tendons, muscles, bones.

when i decompose into the quiet dirt

nothing will be left of me

except gristle.