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[notyourcinnamongirl]

Successfully wasted the first 3 months of 2021.

[notyourcinnamongirl]

Can't wait for my friend's bday and edit them behind these cloud epic background.

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A day, week perhaps

[notyourcinnamongirl]

maybe the reason why God made it impossible for me to attend any Taylor Swift concert is because i won't make it out alive.

[notyourcinnamongirl]

violet, blue, green, red to keep me at arms length don't work.

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You're no good for me but bby I want you

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imagine summertime sadness blasting while wearing a red dress

[notyourcinnamongirl]

Torn between

“I couldn’t be with people and I didn’t want to be alone.”

— Marian Keyes (via resqectable)

[notyourcinnamongirl]

i. pluck the aching out of my ribs — one by one as though they were teeth that had sunk — latched themselves onto these bones, until it is but a pile of bite marks, a pile of mildewed flowers — festering like sins, like punishment. pluck each bruising bone, some things belong to my chest. some, to firelight. ii. pluck a rib, make the sweetest, purest, brand new woman — all lace girdle and nectarine lips, stepping out of the outskirts of my skin as i watch from the other side of an exit wound — the inner side. maybe in another life, that can be me. thou shalt not covet. i close the window. i zip the skin. iii. tonight, i kneel in a confessional — screaming away all banal sorrows, screaming away all banal sins. pull the aching out of my ribs — it's in its rawest just before the dawn. pull the aching out of my ribs. a corrupted sight for awakened flowers. ringing church bells. hummingbirds.

oh, a corrupted sight.

and mornings will hear its aftermath.

— fray narte