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If it goes on for a few months I think it’s safe to say I like you. And I’m sorry for it.
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Experienced agony. The shrieking cries of lifelong love. My heart plummeted. What could I say? What could I do? My own mother’s face red with terror as sisters rapidly cried out hail Mary’s. A phone call from my sister of an agonizing cry, her daughters following while not understanding. My father in a moment of panic brought me and my mother close, embraced us together as family. The desperate cries of my aunts and uncles clipping through the speakerphone. I don’t think I could ever forget it.
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A bitter cold welcomes new feelings of solitude. My passions, my goals— what are they? Full of doubt and unease, I’ll push forward. As much as I can.
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Feelings of failure and indigestion tend to go hand in hand
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If not for the elliptical, I might have stood still for just a moment.
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Witness not with our eyes, but with the feelings that cry out in the night . Feign your smile and march towards uncertainty.
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the night, knowing she’s right leaves her door unlocked.
i had a dream last night. she was beautiful and i’ve never seen her face before. We laughed, we talked, and i cried when i awoke. live my dream to the fullest and allow me to rot in complacency, i’m getting the hang of it
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How many years has this corner of the blogosphere been an outlet for me. .? it is cold. my bird is freezing. i’ve lost many loves. i can’t get the ringing out of my ears . I’m
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I stare him down but he is fast asleep. I can see it. His eyes open every now and then but he knows i won’t make a move. He is freed from any cage and lies right next to me. He has already headed out for the night. I wonder how he feels— if he misses the days my brother and I would play with him for hours. he himself has a brother now. I wonder if he's happy. I wonder if he understands. I wonder if he dreams about us.
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you and me... would make such a good we
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Drowning in my own flames. April 26th
#agaset#emotion: trauma#horror#not okay#im so scared#why did i wake up#feeling: beyond salvation#doodle#sad
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when you said i was the first to listen...
was that reality or fiction ?
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“Drawings My Friends Will Never See.”
21/4/2020.
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