#this is...garbage

[torturedmuses]

@queencfhearts​

she only agreed to help her family. her distaste she had for andrea was nearly impossible for her to hide behind closed doors. mona wished they didn’t have to share living quarters, but they were married. for now, she was alone as she struggled to get her dress off from the events earlier in the day. with a frustrated groan, she set herself down on the edge of the bed. the zipper was half undone, but it was stuck. all she wanted was to be out of this uncomfortable mess and into the fresh silk sheets. 

“dammit!” she said to her reflection after another failed attempt to get the zipper unstuck. a few muttered swear words to herself were getting her nowhere. hearing the door open, she let out another frustrated groan. “ah great. i was hoping i’d have a bit longer alone.”

[swan2swan]

Were all years this much garbage?

Have I just been ignorant?

Was I distracted by too many shiny things? Did things just go over my head? Was I sheltered?

[theoriginofloves]

i want to write about love. 

i want to write about the love that i feel for my friends. it’s a love that i weave into the fabric of my being, the love that expands inside of me, swelling against my insides until my seams tear. and when i fall apart, i pick up all the pieces and start sewing myself together again, all the while warm with the satisfaction of composing myself from the fragments of my friends that i have selfishly stolen as my own.

i want to write about the love that i feel for my family, but there aren’t any words. life is far too cruel to be so in love. 

i want to write about the love that i have lost, for friends and family alike. the love that has come and gone in such ferocious waves that i still cough up saltwater on cloudy days. it’s a dullness that echoes in every fleeting memory, and a sadness that has found a home in my tired bones.

i want to write about love, but i can only write about pain, and if it is like this forever, then i think i will stop smiling at the sun 

[gikkenkitten]

        ` oh? tell me, were you brought here, or did you merely         stumble upon this place? `

        the cat bureau is, after all, well-hidden from the human         eye.