#spilled ink
frozen in time
I put my hands in the snow
next to my favorite reflection
smiling into the ice as a snapshot was taken
if only we could numb joy
the way we can fingers
perhaps we’d find a way to let it linger
n.a.
Melatonin sets in
Like doves returning to nest
God sets them in motion
Circadian migration to circular paths
Not a musical but a solar dance
Blue orange black pink blue orange black
The moon and the sun choreograph
But why must we give the dark so many hours of ours?
Once I properly encounter Him I’ll ask
Why the rhythm of rest isn’t given the chance
To rest on an open eyed note through the night, once or twice
Without submitting eyes to substantial sacrifice
n.a.
Conflict doesn’t scare me as much as peace does
It is a glass angel waiting to fall from grace
-n.a.
It is more important to me that I am romanticized
than that I am romanced
n.a.
pieck/annie, things that weigh on your mind. T rating.
they’re laying side by side, faces turned towards each other, with half-worn bedsheets bunched up around their bodies, the night an overhanging veil of gloom. they’ve been here before, many times, always the ritual of annie slipping into pieck’s bed at night when she can’t sleep. she says as much every time she walks in when the moon has dwindled to a fleeing silver, gives the same explanation: it’s too hard to sleep in my room. the real reason, which pieck begins discerning soon after the first ten times it happens, is: i’m frightened, and i can’t stand to be alone with my thoughts. she sees it in the trembling palms of her ambivalent hands, the way her fingers dig into the side of her long sleeves, the penitential gloom annie always falls into. each time, pieck simply nods and lays there in the dark, peering at her through diaphanous eyelashes, and lets her warmth and breathing lull her into a better escape. she never probes, simply gives her a safe space away from prying questions.
tonight annie looks different. she usually feels a hundred times older, her world-weariness cavitating itself into her shoulders. but now she peers at pieck with so much blue in her eyes, such a far cry from her usual dreamless stare, that she looks for a moment like the world’s most young and vulnerable girl. as pieck brushes a stray strand of hair behind annie’s ears, she feels a question working its way into the shape of annie’s voice.
do you think people like us can ever be forgiven? annie asks, her voice coming out choked and ensnared in the stale midnight air.
pieck’s face is calm, but she feels a vise settling itself into her throat as she replies. she’s thought too often about the same thing. she lets a hard truth fall from her lips. it’s alright if we can’t, annie. nobody leaves this world with their hands clean.
and annie, understanding that this is the only lifeline available to monsters like her— a necessary one if she wants to avoid tormenting herself to madness— curls her fingers around pieck’s soft hands.
“I finally left you like I never thought I would”
-Day 588
“Do you miss me like I miss you?”
-Day 587
“I warned you
To the boy who fell in love with me
You can’t say I didn’t warn you
Can’t call me a bitch
Like I didn’t already you that I was one
I wear my story on my sleeves
It’s not my fault you didn’t read in between the lines
I told you not to love me
I told you I was known to flirt with others
You should’ve read the terms and conditions before you checked you accepted
Because I will lie straight to your face and kiss you all in the same breath
My favorite color is red
Because it matches the flags that I bare
I get pleasure from playing games
You shouldn’t have stray to close
Now you are entangled in this web
I will haunt you at every place that you go
Every song that you hear
I’m not one for love
I told you that to begin with
I told you I would break your heart
So don’t you dare say I didn’t warn you
Sincerely
The girl you’ll never forget”
-Day 586
“I both love you and hate you, and it’s driving me insane”
-day 585
“I’m sorry that I still love you”
-Day 584
“Break my heart”
-Day 583
“You should never love a person like me because I’ll go from loving you to hating you in a matter of minutes.”
-Day 583
“I created the monsters that haunt me and they will follow me until the end of time.”
-Day 582
“I keep dreaming of you and waking up sad because those dreams will never become reality.”
-Day 581
“People always ask me how I can be friends with my ex’s and I tell them I can because I no longer love them like that but when in reality I don’t know how to let go of the ones I love.”
-Day 580
“I just want to feel like I matter to someone”
-Day 579
“You kissed me like you were desperate for that moment to never end.”
-Day 578
“How many lives do you think we have lived where we have loved each other”
-Day 577
“It’s sad isn’t it? I once thought worlds of you and now you’re just another lesson.”—Beau Taplin, The Lesson
Greeting…
If you saw this post it means you need to laugh hardly.
Why?
Because you look better when you simle.
And for sure someone wants to see laugh out loud, and laugh themselves too.
Live, laugh, cry because you don’t live twice.
