“But I have to sleep,” I told the moon, pupils blacker than any night sky its known.
“But I love you,” It replied.
“I know.”
“And that’s okay.”
My name is Mia and I like to consider myself a bit mysterious so I won't say much here.
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Aggressively unromantic.
“We could be siblings.”
“Except there’s less kissing involved.”
“Stop thinking about the future.”
“Oh, this wasn’t where I thought we were going.”
i thought my skin was
waxy
like the candles i burned that night.
you weren’t the first to make me melt, but i knew that i was going to burn for a while.
i wished i could burn out.
(Source: isabella-ryan)
I always fancied myself a crocus, but I am no harbinger. It’s easier being the last to know.
Respite. Being happy because you want to be, saturated and saccharine but David Gray always makes me think of my family, you know, and there is worth in making valentines that won’t be sent. Words will come in time, as words always do. For now, muscle and hair will do. There. Lights falter but never fail.
fuck, can’t stop it. can’t take it. heart is where your home is. i cant give it away.
(Source: knockknockknockkinsy)
if there is any comfort in the twisting of stomachs, it is the hope that stomachs will twist twist twist me until i am twisted away. for now, i am a twister. let the wind blow, baby.
Better off alone. Don’t file any missing persons reports, I need a break from my head for a while. I need to drink. I need to drown. I need to desaturate. I need to not need.
