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your grief feels welcome because it’s lived as your love all these years

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i am my father’s temper.

with each breath i take, i feel his rage

boiling inside me, ready to burst

i am my mother’s envy

with each promise i make, i feel her desperation.

poisoning me, ready to take control.

i am not just their daughter, but a vessel.

they channel their pain through me and i feel it like the weight of shackles dragging along the concrete.

both unsatisfied, searching for something in a child

only to be “blessed” with a reflection of their own worst traits

look in my eyes and see the shattered mirror of your youth

dream of what could’ve been.

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^ “inspiration” credits

Blasphemy is beautiful

You worship me like a God

And I feel everlasting

You kiss at my feet

And I feel all-knowing

You sacrifice everything

And I feel unstoppable

Until your obedience wears off

And I’m but a stranger to you

Déjà vu, you think

But you knew me better than you can recall

Love makes a person blind

And I corrupted you into my own.

After all, “what are you without me?”

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cough syrup

you count down from five

and i’ll throw my head back

let it rush through me

and hope pray it doesn’t come back up

pick out my chaser

and wash down the sour taste that’s stuck to the roof of my mouth

it’s always a last result,

yet so are you;

so why do i keep coming back?

how come i’m at your feet begging for you again?

will it ever change?

does it mean something anything to you?

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tell me i’m pretty

and wipe the tears off my cheeks

but at your touch

i will break into a sob

and gasp and scream until nothing more can come out

has my existence always been such a burden?

let me sob into your arms in peace

without fear of a dagger coming through my back

let me hold you like you’ve never held me

let our bodies mold into one another

and let me live.

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cw: abuse imagery

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salt in the wound

and you cover it with a bandage.

as if it’ll make the pain subside-

as if it never happened.

if that fateful night in mid-august hadn’t been

and hadn’t turned me into the sack of bones that rests before you.

hit me until you’re not upset anymore,

and i’ll take each blow like your best punching bag.

whatever makes you feel better,

right?

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carve your initials into my stomach

and make me yours.

i’m the meat you picked out at the slaughterhouse

take this vessel that i merely reside in

and consume me like your last meal.

yet i will linger on your tongue

for the flavor will burn into your flesh

no home remedies will take away the taste of the soul you tried to leave behind.

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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i’ve been getting into florence + the machine lately… am i evolving

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the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.

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the underrated romance of a little kiss on the shoulder :(

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i Love vaccines, autism, abortions, homosexuals, sex changes and crime

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I am so normal I am so normal I am so normal. You are amazed and astounded at how normal I am and how easy it is for me to do base human tasks.

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brad from monetization (100% mouse) 

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“The gods... envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful, because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now, because we will never be here again.” - Achilles (Troy)

"Will has a rare gift. A rather... vivid imagination. It's beautiful."

"This is all I wanted for you. For us." - "It's beautiful."

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"And Achilles wished that all the Greeks would die, so that he and Patroclus could conquer Troy alone."

"Time has reversed. The teacup I shattered has come together. A place has been made once again in the world for Abigail. For us. I wanted to surprise you. And you... wanted to surprise me."

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

"I'm afraid that I won't know where I end and he begins. The lines have begun to blur - I don't know if we could survive separation."

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hannigram and patrochilles parallels.