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I’m borderline happy, and I’m borderline sad I’m borderline good and I’m borderline bad (tove styrke “borderline”) i just want to make friends with the asphalt compare the skid marks on its grey surface to mine colouring my cinnamon thighs . sometimes i wonder if the smell of gasoline will ever leave my fingertips after […]

nothing really

if tears could water carpets, she’d be sleeping in a field of dandelion weeds instead of on dirty tan fabric that looked like watered down dirt. i’ve always thought all the weeds were so nice and pretty and never understood why people would want them out of their yards when they could have fields of wishing […]

everything i touch surely dies

I’m scared to get close and I hate being alone.I long for that feeling to not feel at all.The higher I get, the lower I’ll sink.I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim.(x) when i was little, i used to imagine torturing people. i would imagine shoving broomsticks inside of them, making them […]

secrets

i remember being sevenhow it felt to break down for the first timethe aged carpet was rough on my bare legs beneath my nightgownand the wail that left my mouth was a screami remember because i remember people staringmy mom, my sister, whoever elsestaring and trying to console mebut i was just tiredall i kept […]