journal entry 7/15/19
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journal entry 7/15/19
i turned 20 the other day so here’s to leaving the teens!!!!!!!!
back 2 school
yall,,,,i’ve started writing again and it’s all coming back to me jesus christ i feel like i could take over the world with this shittttt!!!!!!!!!!
IN MY DREAMS: fingers coast lazily over my hips, lips press against my cheeks, a smile given to me like a secret, lingering looks yearning for more, yet I cannot see their face, a blur I know is the face of unwavering love, and I bargain with angels and demons for more and more time with my love, my love, my love.
IN MY NIGHTMARES: champagne flukes shatter in my grip, glass dots the marble floor like constellations, wild eyes search mine for tranquility, tears dry against sharp cheekbones, slamming doors and curses form a dissonant symphony, blood spills from my fingers, knowing this is the end of whatever garden of Eden we stumbled upon, and I curse the angels and demons that laugh from above and below.
IN MY REALITIES: the empty space of my bed widens as time passes, my hand curls around the invisible hand I dream of, I wake to an ache in my chest without knowing what I am yearning for, my eyes look away at tender touches and kisses, the sun sets and rises without caring for my fears, and I dream and curse the angels and demons that gifted and cursed me with a heart made of gold and eyes spilling with hope.
can’t wait to transcend to another dimension and become a star goddess tonight at the florence + the machine concert
in my dreams, glimpses of a thousand futures flash before me, and i cannot discern which are true and which are false but i clasp my hands together and pray for the possibility of all, hoping a god will take pity upon my love soaked dreams and grant me this one mercy of absolution and certainty.
florence welch has really sucker punched me in the fucking heart with june, the end of love, 100 years, and no choir godDAMN