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the crowns of starsit seems life is doing all it can to keep some people hidden in their beds, it's already eleven am and the covers are pulled shut over your eyes, and it's pouring outside as i ceremoniously make lakes out of puddles and ruin my shoes, but it's all for you. i harvest the stars on my stomache and hold their crowns around my fingers as i hold you up and let you down.the crowns of stars
we'll make friends with dark outdoor cats with curious amber eyes, we'll run behind fences and take shortcuts through yards, we'll hide behind bushes and pelt each other with oranges, we'll make code words for the things we do best, and make war on our best friends. we
by ~AwkwardBreakdown
not donedear society,not done
i'm sorry my breasts aren't the size of watermelons, and that i've got freckles all over, and that my hair isn't like the victoria's secrect models who tramp around in fairy wings and not much else. i'm sorry that my arms are kinda scrawny, and that
by ~AwkwardBreakdown
a bad start to another endparanoia seized a handful of my hair, and pulled as resentment made a leap for my throat. lethargy closed my eyes, exhaustion folded my hands neatly over my chest like paper. little rays of light peaked through the sun bleached blinds, but's dull in here still, and if i could find my way out of this hole of a room i would stop passing the time stringing red beads around nimble fingers. instead i just think about clear skies and cold weather, about moss and bicycles and skinned knees and of lovely pale girls with bright eyes and fresh faces.a bad start to another end
defeated by loud proclaimations in my brain, i pick through words like i'm at a library ce
by ~AwkwardBreakdown
jonathanhe made a newspaper sailboat, even when all forcasts pronounced a dark and drenched day. he's made many other things before, lakes out of puddles, oceans out of ponds,jonathan
(this is my final solution: exterminate the rotting sparrows chittering violently in your xylophone ribs.
each time i hit you a new song is played, a horribly beautiful melody to chipped red paint.
each new place where the butt of my knife hits you belts out a different shade of maroon, the song of a siren, dr
by ~AwkwardBreakdown
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