Dopeless Hopefiend

avpdqueen:

me? constantly afraid of being abandoned and replaced? hell yes

14193:

she drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra

healingsuggestions:

you’re not my universe anymore, I am

smakka–bagms:

languor sweet and moody

humming into your existence

the wings, unspooling a meadow

she leaves

into the musk and forest and howl

into the moss, and phosphorus

blossoms sadden to brambles

behaving the helix of distance

I gleam into pulse, a never-before

I, the mother of this garden -
unpetal