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want

your hands on my waist

wait wait

wait wait -fin.

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every

day

is a

soft

decay.

C’mon

I’m fucking w/ you

like i’m 22 again

My spine does backbends

creating handmade Sigils

sloughing off Curses

one at a time

Falling in love with the power

-never the person

is an easy crime

Lazarus

There is death written upon my womb.

rather- the fear of

my hands in that coffin

pushing away the burial dirt

In my body

I fear more life than mine will not be received

whether in a puddle of blood at my feet

or a pool of blood by madness

There is no reprieve

Manifest your own magic and see what becomes of you

Cultivate your own reality and

see-through burning autumn leaves

What I’ve laid bare,

beyond,

out of sight from you

Is more oxygen than could possibly be breathed

List of Things I Think My Mom Would Like if She Were Still Alive

  • Cardi B

  • the lavender-grey ombré hair trend

  • Snoop Dogg’s career progression

  • dessert sushi

  • Sons of Anarchy

  • Lush bath bombs

  • Spoon Theory

  • the staying power of The Nightmare Before Christmas paraphernalia

  • micro tattoos

  • how far Crohn’s management has come

  • Gillian Flynn books

  • Tumblr thirst blogs

  • the fact I got my ears re-pierced and kept my hair long for a while

I miss you I miss you I miss you. So much.

Loathe

You fought over me like an effigy

Already burning from limb to limb

Like you wanted me to be something else

A doll, a boy, an angel

Older, gifted, and pretty

Your words would lift me

And shatter me back to the ground

In a million worthless pieces

You need to be careful

You need to be watched

You need to be more than what you are

You will be exceptional or you will be nothing