𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨: 𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 Every memory of me revolves around the ocean, like some infinite loop I don’t feel myself wanting to leave anytime soon. Sea-woven, I am dancing to the rhythm of time tangled in its notes, ebbs and flows, over and over. . flareandallofthestars.tumblr.com/post/680903437…

I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul. .

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 In a world rotting beneath the spotlight, I am silent dark, shaping ruins into art. 𝐿. tumblr.com/flareandalloft…

The sky is motionless overhead. Switch the light on and off, the stars are always there, and the light of your every wish upon them that drowns in the ever elusive sea. The tempest tastes of me—opaline and strong. It ebbs and flows before I break the chain of pearls again.

I'd rather be your absinthe, than your cup of tea.

He said I was the moon, for there was a side of me veiled in darkness, always hidden away. A side I'd much rather leave behind, to wither away and rot.. and yet, it's still there —blooming within me, day after day.

Thank you for the support, pretty one, ᴀʏᴀɴɴᴀ. ♕.

She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel. But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool.

When therapists follow you and you suddenly begin to doubt everything, including your mental state. .

Most of the time, I am haunted by the things I could not do. Just when I think 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 can take no more from me, she laughs, she taunts, she teases 𝘮𝘦—dressed in want, claiming my every thought.

• 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. I only ever existed in the cold hours following midnight. Therein I buried my silent screams and deepest desires. . I. ｢ tumblr.com/riotswithinme/… ｣

𝗬 𝗢 𝗨 𝗔 𝗥 𝗘 𝗡 𝗘 𝗫 𝗧 They have been asking me the same questions for hours. I can’t remember the last time I could have a fairly decent sleep. It gets worse the more I think about it, the less I can write about it. 𝙇: tumblr.com/inkofdestellar…

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 To be death‑touched is misery. I could hear it — the cry of bones, the ripped scenes of mute gore, the obscene decay of flesh — a black‑and‑white film bleeding into fucking red. 𝐋. tumblr.com/inkofdestellar…

Worst gift ever, after your existence, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐭..

You. . You truly are a ruinous menace. Is it too late now to pray for another memory loss? Possibly, a permanent one, too.