“if i were you-” you’d collapse and burst into flames if you were me.

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“if i were you-” you’d collapse and burst into flames if you were me.
All Her Eras
She was once the girl in the bleachers,
scribbling dreams in the margins,
love songs written in pencil
because nothing felt permanent.
Then she grew into red—
reckless lips, heartbreak anthems,
dancing barefoot in the wreckage
of boys who never stayed.
She became glitter and midnight—
a reputation sharpened
on the edge of her own name,
smiling through the chaos,
a phoenix in sequins.
She softened into folklore,
a cardigan tucked with secrets,
ghost stories whispered
by a heart that had finally learned
that silence, too, can sing.
Now, she stands in every version of herself—
country curls, city lights,
teardrops, champagne problems,
fearless and fragile and feral,
a love story
still being written
in eras only she can name.
-L.S
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me having a weird time: man this weird time sucks! i don't feel like myself! i wish i was having a normal time!
me having a normal time: well the weird time did have a certain je ne sais quoi...
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kiss me like the oxygen from my lungs is the only air you need, pull away as if you are being forced to.
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— Evelyn Graham Frost, ‘Memory’
Harald Sohlberg, , Moonlight, 1907
the way autumn has
comforted me—
I too am a beauty in decay
—The Hollow Quiet
Your soul stained my shoulders. My whole life smells like you. This will take time, undoing you from my blood.
Nayyirah Waheed
I will not make myself more digestible
For those who can’t stomach me
Coated sugar crumbling off my lips
My tongue is not as sweet as it seems
Warm brown eyes draw you in
Like a soft spoken doe
You feed me from the palm of your hands
So ill return to your backdoor
Blind sided by my fangs scraping your wrists
You’re not any different
I will ravage you mercilessly