Each spring, my daughter returns from the underworld ice-cold and frost-hard. The only light in her is the cheap reflection of gold, shining against the shadow of death. I show her the sun again, but it’s hard for her to thaw— she freezes the new buds in the night many times before she finally lets them bloom.
She can’t bear, at first, to let the sun kiss her cheeks, knowing she must lose the spring again. But she learns, and she laughs, as the days lengthen and shorten.
And then my daughter returns to the darkness, and winter comes again.
CLEAR SKIN IS SO ATTRACTIVE I’D CHOP A TOE OFF FOR CLEAR SKIN FOREVER
just because someone can articulate their point better doesn’t make them right, it makes them articulated.
me if meowing was a sin tbh
does anyone feel the layer of plexiglass between themselves and the rest of the world or is that just a me thing
Hey guys I think it's enough with the new inventions thanks
IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST
OR ‘PEAKED’
BUT PIQUED
‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’
THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA
I find myself thinking "god, I need a cigarette" way too often for someone who doesn't actually smoke. but what can I say. I've been needing a cigarette
Knives! Get your Knives here for no particular reason!
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Get em while they're cold, get em while they're sharp!
Special discount if your name is Brutus for no reason in particular!