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𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 - 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶" 𝘵𝘰. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘱 - 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 - 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 - 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 “𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶” - “𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳” - “𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥”.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 (𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩). 𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.

𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘: 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣.

[macbcth]

i. she is teeth and claws and blood, she comes home with red stained lips and gore under her nails. . ii. be careful or you'll get cut on her winged liner, steer clear of her crimson mouth, her nails may look pretty but they are weapons, and she does not hesitate. . iii. but, oh, how she melts, she sheds her skin and climbs into bed with a messy bun and a smile. when she is home she is soft. . iv. she peppers me with kisses and touches, and i look at her, starry eyed and hopelessly in love, wondering how this ethereal creature came to love mortality.

a transformation of sorts // i.s.

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[sixovcrows]

i knew a girl once. she said she loved the flowers blossoming in the meadow outside of her house. she told me they were dandelions. they told her they were weeds.

i loved the girl once. she had a smile warmer than the sun, and the stars begged her to shine softer so their glow might not be lost. she told me she loved me too. when i said it back, i told her a half-truth.

i saw the girl once, her brilliant smile dulled by the shadows of the man standing over her. at twenty-one, he was five years our senior. he ate the moonlight of the girl and spat out something different, something sad. he called her flower and smelled like weed. she told me he loved her. he told me it was a lie.

i knew a girl once. the woman in front of me has her face, but her eyes are bleak and she does not smile. a baby suckles at her breast, a toddler pulls at her wrist. they look like the man who killed the girl i love, who beat her darker than the other side of the moon until she didn’t know whether his arm would hold her or ruin her. she told me that she has missed my presence in her life, how she wishes life had not broken us apart. i tell her i miss her too.

— and i love her still, perhaps i always will, j.g.

[macbcth]

i. When i look back on it, it’s all cloyingly sweet- as if every moment was drenched in that artificial, supposedly healthy, sweetener that my mum loves putting in her tea. . ii. We were a facade of love: a superficial relationship, sticking labels on ourselves to validate our feelings. "maybe if i say ‘i love you’ enough, it will make the words true." . iii. We saw everything in candy floss colours and stuck cotton in our ears and eyes, hoping to blur out the world. But the only thing we succeeded in, was blurring out each other. "it wasn’t you i fell in love with, but rather the feeling of being wanted." . iv. So we continued to lick sugar off each other’s lips, till one of us, i can’t remember who, got sick and threw it all up. . v. But that violent upheaval was too much, wasn’t it? too abrupt, too unexpected, too jarring, and suddenly, the cotton disappeared, and in desperate attempts to restore the world back its to faded sweetness, . we drifted apart . like clouds . in the sky.

too much of a good thing, or something like that | i.s.