┊ ❛ ❈ ⊱ meme & @conqucst ‹ not accepting ›
❛ had i known you’d carry me around , i’d sprain my ankle more often . ` blithe tonality , it’s lightheartedness masks the morbidness of her ‘joke’ ———— after all , who wishes for misfortune ‘pon themselves ?
she who’s come to terms with death’s impending arrival .
❪ the thought used to sadden you , drain you of what little light left ; how does one smile when the grains of time slipped through your fingers ? the reaper’s scythe always in your view ——— almost out of sight , but never truly out of mind ❫ . yet , legs still swing with child - like exuberance , as if she doesn’t feel the HEAVINESS in her limbs & the imminent bed rest to come .
how tragic , to become blasé to death . ————— her death .
she disagrees . blasé she may be , it’s confounding the perspective one takes in situations as these . had her lungs been strong / had she not acquaint isolation , perhaps she’d become one of many ❪ a vassal drawn by strings ❫ . heart’s made peace with path well - worn . instead ocean blues take in the scenery ———— the world was much prettier up here , not as crowded . calmer ❪ as the breeze ‘cross her face & the steady thrum of his heart ❫ . though a little inkling told her the view wasn’t the source of her solace .
❛ but i promise i’m fine now … really ! so let’s not cancel our plans . `
