i will destroy you in the most
If I have written about you, for good or for bad, the fact is, I have loved you.
"i am afraid. i am not solid but hollow. i feel behind my eyes a numb paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness."
she longed to be a bird, that she might fly away.
she pitied every blade of grass, for planted they would stay.
our hands will eventually break everything that's beautiful.
Someone will love it because it's honest and some will hate it because it's true.
ask me something cat related.