sofia (they/them)dead wizards and a morbid longing for the picturesque
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like the stmbolism?????
the dark cherries as a stand in for blood?????
the comparisons of the horse and the narrator’s experience with childbirth and miscarrige????
the poetry that is the lyrics????
“You are as far from me as memory With fixtures fracture varyingly The juice of dark cherries cover my skin Six years in, no baby” ?????
AAAAAA ITS JUST SO GOOD
me: yeah i know a little bit of latin
the latin: cubitum eamus??
when i’m going about my day but then classical music starts playing and suddenly i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive
Henry Winter is the type of friend to say "I know a spot" and then shove you off a cliff.
I wish I wasn't, such a dreamer. I've ruined this life for myself.
— N.M. Sanchez
i’m just like henry winter
i too don’t believe the moon landing was real
For years i was made to feel like i live in a perpetual winter.
It’s March now, and the leaves have started to grow back…
one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny