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art does not have to be perfect.

[ashinkedskin]

miss me

i often wish we had more time

but then i remember

we were lucky to have any at all

[ashinkedskin]

Treasure those photos

You took before you were

Wounded, caress those pieces

Back when you were whole

You're no less worthy now—

Remember that you still

Wear the raiment of

Those tender times

Do not allow an hourglass

To strip you of yourself

You are alive

You exist

The world is so lucky you do

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Dear sweet heavenly souls

I long to be yours. Before the leaves turn yellow, the shadows turn pale, every step, a little slower as I near my close.

Before the children ask for tales, as I wave back to falling fifty-five, they tell me I might not see better, although I keep looking up at those miles.

to the white infinity, take me Before the sun rests on my time, for I wish to be no wiser.

Dear sweet heavenly souls, I long for an epiphany, I long to be yours. ~B.M

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he really is in his “I’m gonna be so political it’ll be uncomfortable" era and I am so here for it

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some lyrics just tear me apart and stare right into my soul.

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I can only try to lick my head from under the burrows. Decaying, my bones remain unbothered. Don’t tickle me darling, I might fall. How much lower can I fathom, laying beneath the surface after all? -B.M

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sometimes I just want to wear a mini skirt and ruin lives

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we’re all fragile

“I just want someone to love me hardest when I least deserve it.”

— Javson Johnson, “Building”

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Her mind ticks between places, that chain her to the edge of the cliff.

She treads a fine line of acceptance and total disgust;

All she sees in herself is an unreasonable reflection that stares back at her.

She is weak in the knees, she lies awake looking for reasons in her fears, listening to the carousel of screams in her head, she hurts.

Unacceptable, distasteful and improper; for “a lady must never let her thoughts wander too much.”

She is no more a lady.

All she wants are the wrongs, terrorised by her choices she continues to look for them. Afraid, that she might just find one.