if someone tried to assassinate me that would make me feel so important and valued and beloved

And suddenly your eyes fill with tears that are not yours. Your mouth curls in foreign laughter. You feel kisses meant for a stranger’s lips.

Even bloodstained, you are beautiful.

There's always a price to pay.

Halloween is approaching and I can feel myself getting stronger

belladonna of sadness

I am terrified of being the same; not my body, my wayward soul with walk winding staircases somewhere. I am afraid of losing all my stories, of giving to quiet oblivion every angel that has leant me feathers and said "bloom". Tired of loving, later knowing it was just a myth.

Show me what I'm really living for.

He's still an idiot

Some of you worried about costumes for halloween but you're already clowns.

Children are strange little creatures aren't they?

Sometimes all you need is good food.

Our youth is running out.

He's lying

The messages I occasionally get from Andrew is the only thing that keeps me coming back here these days.

I don't have the answers you need, I live in the inbetween. Yes? No? I don't know.

If you give me a piece of your heart, you'll keep easy when we are apart.