✨sister lightbringer✨

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TONIGHT. WE’RE DRINKING FROM THE POND.

the personification of death being portrayed as deeply kind in fiction is something that reduces me to tears every single time

if u are reading this i am pouring positive vibes on u from a lil watering can

There is rot in you– fine, there is rot. Maybe at your fingertips, or under your tongue, or maybe in those parts you cannot see, but feel, crumbling between your bones. So you know that there is rot. But you are not the only one; we are all fetid beasts, breath between our teeth coming death-sweet. Sing your sorrows if you must, but come find us in our garden. We plant our rots together here and give them a place they may decay, and make themselves something more– iris climb from curling skin, lilies lilt like ribs. No bruise alone knows how to grow, but together we’ll teach them to bloom. 

Hi hi hi hi hi bomking my face on you like a small cat. Hello. Hi

we need to normalize wanting to gnaw on men like they’re chew toys

i am not brave but sometimes i am made brave by my friends which is to say i am made brave by love