#featherumbrellas

[possiblyaliens]

Finland was so beautiful

[possiblyaliens]

I’m your post-war, your pre-war. After your downfall, after she’s left you a ruin. I am your breathing, the soft words calming that lion heart of yours. But then comes the morning after your Achilles dreams, when she grabs you by the ankles and drags you into battle again. When you follow her into the battlefield with no armor but a look in your eyes, demanding to see blood. And I will be the waiting room and all the people in there with their flowers and their bloodshot eyes. I will hold you until your lungs learn how to breathe again. We are, until the end. The end of the film. Of the morning. The night. Until the sun reminds you of eyes that aren’t mine anymore. When you promise to stop leaving, but then find new wars to fight.

Lady Interbellum - D.R

[thetalltwig]

6/6

Tagged by christopherevan

1. Why write: I don’t know what else to do with my hands. 

2. Aesthetic: Three sizes too big sweater, a cup of hot chocolate, and a jazz record playing softly as I write the things I cannot say.

3. The process: Fill a page with words worthy enough to fill its emptiness, and repeat. 

4. The moment right now: Bird chirps outside my open window reminding me I can fly away from here today if I wanted to. 

5. Shortcomings: Self-doubt can blind me but I still have two eyes that can see through my shortcomings. I just have to be brave enough for battle. 

6. A writer is a: best friend of the thesaurus, warrior with many victories, and storyteller of buried memories. 

I tag featherumbrellas, trashfriend, angryasianfeminist, s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d, vitamere, and homewrecks

[heavyheartted]

Excuse me while I fangirl

Kayla just followed me and I’m kind of freaking out because I love her and I’m so jealous cause she’s friends with Aless. They are both so amazing.

[thetalltwig]

Do not wait until the strength of his tongue chips your teeth, leaving you with a splintered grin not even he can learn to love.

Kayla Hollatz, an excerpt from You should have listened. 

[heavyheartted]

I just had a mini heart attack because I couldn't find Alessia's blog but I found her so it's all good now.

[thetalltwig]

My touch can start brush fires. My fingers are erect matchsticks, the kind your mother warned about. My petaled lips spark against yours like flint against steel. My volatile breath, an overcast of smoke creeping from the belly of my throat. My twisted tongue douses your chalky skin with fuel, a gasoline spreading to your logged limbs. I leave your organs to curdle, and by morning glow, you’re nothing but a burn victim.

Kayla Hollatz - The girl on fire. 

[thetalltwig]

your arteries are wired to sound an alarm if thieves come to rob you of your heart but I swiftly stole the wrinkles on your brain so maybe you'd forget the mole below my left eye, the faded birthmark embedded in my left shoulder if that makes me a criminal dress me in tangerine, let me play tug of war with a noose I took a polygraph test last night, the examiner asked if i still loved you I whispered no but the needle painted the cadence of your voice instead

Kayla Hollatz - I made you a crime scene.