27, gael, it/she, London, England, United Kingdom
mousegirl. dancing little thing, kissing yr hand. former punk/future punk/junglist, generally pretty, guilty.to stop any more hot coals from going down there
6 days agoi discarded all of your files with barely a thought, anything with your name on it boredly right clicked, sent to the recycle bin, deleted.
i touched myself that night, i cried while i came; thinking of the phrase ‘i love you too.’
it was not your voice speaking the words.
or such like it
four on the floor, gnawing at myself
not the only one!
feeling the innumerable bitemarks along my arms
my shoulders
forged signatures!
feel your tongue in my mouth in every word i speak
tendon pulled loose in my neck and i tilt my head to the side just like you
please help fill it up, send threats, secrets, tales, i can surely be trusted with everything you tell me.
https://litter.catbox.moe/33akuj.jpeg
it was dark, the streets were busy and glowing with orange light. i was so nervous to see you again after so long, but you were so happy! we missed the show we meant to see, but it didn’t matter, we just sat in the lobby and smiled and talked, as close as we ever were.
6 months agoThe problem is not that I will never meet someone like you again, that would perhaps be less painful. The problem is that every once in a while I do meet someone who reminds me that little bit of you, and my heart breaks once more because they are not you.
7 months agowhat is yr fave way to calm down/work thru it/remain somewhat normal when yr mind is goin all out on you?
i have taken to repeating my own name as a mantra to keep it at bay, myself.
tell me the worst thing you wanna do, tell me what hurts most right now, tell me what brought you to where you are now, tell me why you keep going, tell me something new
8 months agobut i just crawled inside the cardboard box instead
8 months agoi tried to look thru the boxes in my closet to find out what to keep, but all i can do is tear apart the past and leave it strewn about me as i try to move on
i wonder what i’ll forget next time?