#wandersome15

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[blind love] - l.e.a 

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 [tethered]  //  l.e.a

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felled trees ~ l.e.a.

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wisdom teeth ~ l.e.a

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i bruise easily. pastel peach who held on for too long, ankle snared in the base root slender and grotesque i didn’t ask for stubbornness. still it comes easy like breathing my chest never feels as full as it does when my back is turned from yours still it’s not something I like about myself even with bursting lungs I always seem to hurt more than you do baby-blue-bird (bye-bye-black-bird) biting her own tongue in song they’re wrong the blood doesn’t taste sweet i don’t wrap my gums in the flavor (as much as I want to) i can’t tell where my fingertips end and yours begin on my skin which marks overlap and whose wounds took longest to heal (why is everything still a competition). i’ve lost my way in the dark trying to find answers in the orchard out-cry the wolves fruit carcasses littering the fields you can’t break chains without breaking wrists (i ache to be free of this).

requiem of a friend // l.e.a

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I scream into the night with the intent of shattering.

When Icarus fell,

It wasn’t with a sharp breath

And a plummet—

It was slow and soft.

Gaze so trained on the sun that

His descent passed by unnoticed

Until the sea slipped over his eyes

And distorted the light.

Complacency ~ @wandersome15

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rules: spell out your url using song titles

W: wasteland! Baby - hozier

A: and I am a woman - angie mcmahon

N: no roots - alice merton

D: dreams - fleetwood mac

E: every time i hear that song - brandi carlisle

R: river - leon bridges

S: sweet jane - cowboy junkies

O: once in my life - the decemberists

M: motion sickness - phoebe bridgers

E: edge of town - middle kids

1: 1957 - milo green

5: 5am - amber run

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I tell myself this is wrong for the ninth time this minute. My bitter kisses soak straight through your skin Through flesh and through reason Taking root in the marrow to rot. I am a parasite, I am a leech. Nails hooked in the crest of each shoulder blade. Lying in this bed I have become every selfish thing And I want to cry, I want to scream. I want to peel my body from the sheets And walk away with a straight spine, forgiven. Instead I bury further into your side, Deeper under your skin Because I am broken by myself And terrified of being alone.

the enabler // @wandersome15