there must be something

writings n shit.

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Yuh ever think

while doing dishes

putting lotion on your face

taking out trash

& petting the neighborhood cat

breaking ice from a tray

That your mundanity might make for good B-roll

& realize

that's not how stories work

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I am led home by misguided microwave clocks and the light escaping from a closed door, gasping don’t expect anything less I’ve got nothing left to offer

[redruthstreet]

today I cried

today I cried.

I saw hope in a tiny world

Mine. and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before. it was a thawed realness it echoed like the choir in the balcony I used to hide when no one could tell us where to be.

Today I cried

It didn’t hurt.

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i will always be missing out on something

sobering glances and

secondhand airwaves

truths will pass me by and i am so close to ok

i can’t miss what hasn’t happened

i cannot dance with ghosts

i cannot mourn what was never meant to be mine.

i will stick where i have been stuck but

We will glide and sail

and carry ourselves

but we will forget.

until the moon turns red again

i will never be who you hoped i was.

keep me in mind and

pretend.

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Panic

when you're being attacked and you can't stop breathing and breathing and breathing and why are you even a person HOW are you even a person this isn't breathing this is dying please don't let me exist anymore STEADY STEADY STEADY please don't make me try

[boudoirepoque]

[lesangnoir]

boudoirepoque:

French vintage lingery, 1910s

[bonvivanski]

[luziferismyvalentine-deactivate]

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someone told me they liked my old fashioned name 

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gwen

i like when people

make use of my uniform

and call me by name

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i'm just so happy and it makes me nauseous 

[woooooooooooords-blog]

I am made of pencil shavings & the quiet nights my sister & I stayed up late.

I am made of the purple bruises garnishing your shins

& long, blonde eyelashes.

I am made of the sweat from a humid night & mosquito bites behind your knee.

I am resentful winters & morning eyes, ireful & delayed.

I am made of cracked pavement & bloody lips .

I am made of furrowed brows & smile lines.

I am the closed doors & unlocked windows you hide behind

& fingers tangled in loose curls.

[woooooooooooords-blog]

i always felt at home

but I’m pretty sure it was because of how she loved me

  — Loves Me.

  i remember being in your kitchen

& doing dishes because

i know the way

to a mother’s heart

  i remember when looking out the window

made me want

to lock the door

  & the best way to talk to someone

is like you want them to listen.

  i think you wouldn’t want me around anymore

but I can always count on her

telling me

i’m what dreams are made of or

describing the shadows you left

on her walls

& the scratches you carved

in the floor

  i will always be here

for hellos

even when the voice she craves

is yours

  because words about porcelain skin

& promises of pot pie are enough to keep me

coming back

& these walls used to breathe

but you stole that life when you left

  & she’s here

trying to pump the air

in & out

in

& out.

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Insomnia induced angst

[redruthstreet]

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falling in love is disgusting