ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ𝕸𝐀𝐑𝐘.

⠀there is something wrong with you. there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.

ᅠ ᅠ 𝗘𝗗𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗙. 𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗥 ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ ᅠᅠ ♔︎˙⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. ᅠ

you deserve every star in the galaxy laid out at your feet & a thousand diamonds in your hair, to be wrapped in the color of the night.

my stars shine darkly over me. perhaps it is the malignancy of my fate.

i am full of hurt, full of anger, and i just need somewhere to put it. i am so sick of carrying it around, so i let myself give in. i let it take over my entire body.

the sickness is familiar. it is more of a home than four walls could ever be. my sickness is a bitter relief. if i am sick, then i am real, the dead cannot be ill.

you got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

her kiss —a bewitching love spell, her blood —berry-sweet, a communion of sorts. a bit horrific, a touch obscene —a little witchy, weird girl.

⠀⠀are you lonely .ᐣ ⠀are you movin’ on quick .ᐣ i hope you’re healing slowly ⠀and that your nights , they hurt like mine , ‘cause i’m not sleeping .

haven’t you heard, i’m the crazy bitch around here. they called me mad——as if rage wasn’t a language where love ran out.

the stars are starting to fall now, so the sky's near half—empty. i wonder where they go; if they crater other people's houses, if they're really angels come to deliver us to higher places with their calloused hands.