Was It Not Enough That You Stole

was it not enough that you stole

my heart, my lungs, and spine?

i do not have the stomach for it anymore.

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1 year ago

can I feel everything at once?

it is how I feel when I see you, my beloved—

grappling violently between

the edge of euphoria

and the pit of despair.


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7 months ago

being trans is a bit like

running hands over yourself and thinking

“i cannot wait for there to be a scar there

in the place of something else”

to know that all that will be left is the mark

a tangible reminder of how the creator wronged you

and how you made it right


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11 months ago

red wine drips from lips

like blood and

god knows it’ll never

be enough and

each hit burns like

it’s the first

you think you just might

die of thirst and

dorian, you’re gonna die

but pretty darling,

so am I

so you and I,

we’ll go down together

you’ll destroy yourself

and I’ll haunt you forever

nothing left to say but

beauty does not stay and

paint it fades and dries and

time it always flies


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1 year ago
Our Home Should Have Colours And Flowers. Daisy Sims Hilditch / Christine Atkins / Stephen Darbishire
Our Home Should Have Colours And Flowers. Daisy Sims Hilditch / Christine Atkins / Stephen Darbishire
Our Home Should Have Colours And Flowers. Daisy Sims Hilditch / Christine Atkins / Stephen Darbishire
Our Home Should Have Colours And Flowers. Daisy Sims Hilditch / Christine Atkins / Stephen Darbishire

our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont

1 year ago

i know what i want now

i didn’t before

i want cold mornings and leaves that crunch under our feet.

I want warm blankets.

I want a house in the woods.

I want clean air and sunshine and my own means of living.

a hand to hold, someone to confide in

I want to be loved; but I most of all,

I want to be loved by you.


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1 year ago

sometimes,

I fear,

I feel too much.


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1 year ago

Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

1 year ago

I know he loves me because he's breathing the same air as me, if he didn't love me, he wouldn't be breathing.

1 year ago

dear god,

i have grown since we last spoke, but i have not forgotten. i will never forget.

the silence will be etched on the canvas of my memory for all of eternity

your world, this world, that ebbs and flows so beautifully

the passage of time is a rich work of art that so few understand

and as it spins, the things that die create new life

flowers grow among the bones and

leaves sprout from the ashes and

i am still here.

i wish to die like a star, glowing and gleaming and destructively beautiful.


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