ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ

yeah i watched u nearly kill urself while u were naked nd tied 2 a tree ovr ur dead dad u dum fUK

mY CRUS TY D A DHJKSBAN

CHUTUP KAI Y YOU HATING ON MY FICS

i can’t believe you

                               ROTTING   LIMBS   rest   against   the   yellow   taxi   as   she   inhales   arsenic  &  tar  &  a  whole   mixture  of   things   that   used   to   make   her   throat   burn   ,   offering   relief  all   the   while  .   Now   they   just   make   her   brittle   bones   ache   with   longing   for   a   time   when   she   could   F E E L  .  

                                        Finally   a   lone   figure   steps   from   the   threshold   of   a  DUNKIN  DONUTS  and   she   sighs   with   relief   at   the  f a m i l i a r i t y   of   him   .   The   same   sweater   ,   the   same  sad   eyes   .   She’d   missed   him    . 

                                     He   catches   her   eye   and   she   offers   a   lopsided   smile   ,    tossing    her   cigarette   into   the   street   below   before   speaking   -   her   words   blunt  &  to   the   point   .  

                         she   decays   &   decays   &   decays   &   time   after   time   finds   herself   in   the   SHADOWS   watching   him   .   hows   that   for   a   pun   .   what   was  once   dead   is   now   full   of   light   ,   a   beacon   before   her  ,   wandering  into   the   outskirts   a    frigid   town   with   his   head   down  .  

                           he’s   deep   in   thought   about   something   &   for   a  moment   she   considers   leaving   him   be  ,  considers   letting   him   go   through   this   journey   alone  .   HE  DOESN’T  NEED   HER   ANYMORE  . 

                          But  its   that   thought   that   brings   her   from  the   shade   of   a  snow  laden  oak   tree   ,   calling   his   attention  to   her  .   She  needs   him  to  need   her   .   it’s   the   only  thing  that  makes   her   feel   a l i v e  .   The  only   tether  to   this   world   that   no   longer   feels   like   home  .  It’s   selfish  ;   but   some   things   don’t   change     --    even  beyond   the  grave  .  

                                               ❛    puppy  ?    ❜