the night will sit with you quietly

Heart in the grave.

Calm

i wanted to go home and be a mess

Lil critic.

screaming silence coming out

once i birthed a child, lonely, the last tree before the desert

the risk
of allowing oneself
some rope

maybe i'll see you in another decade

If a collection of abandoned places were a country.

days like blades that cut

i wish
well… i wish

Keep fucking going

You’re gonna tell me.

She knows she's rare

dark, dank, dusty and desirable

it's ok, mama
lie to me

we can still make it

the angle & the pressure

Wednesdays clouds within reach