rich the bitch, trashiest of all trashmouths

Ghostflower week day 6: multiverse traveling/visiting eachother

When you accidentally have minor miscommunications on where you were going to meet up for your date and then you end up clipping into the backrooms

it bad but at least he had

that sick brown hoodie

Dare you trust the music of the night 🎼

Angel? 👻🌹

You are valid. You are brilliant. You are creating something unique and magical and all yours. No one would create it better. You are creating! You're writing! That is a magic all its own, and all yours.

why are you still not here? did i do something? am i cursed to live a life half-knowing you. half-feeling you? fated to sense a life i desire without ever being able to touch it?

and i drive myself mad with hope. because if the former was true, why on earth would you reach out at all? no. i must believe. part of me believes - that you are a possibility. a reality that’s just waiting for the perfect moment to sweep me off my feet.

wouldn’t that be swell? if you did that for me?

today is my birthday - and baby i’m wishing for you. i’m wishing you’ll come true.

and maybe one day, you’ll knock on my bedroom window like peter pan and whisk me away somewhere magical. maybe we’ll learn how to fly and meet the stars. maybe you’re exactly what i’ve been looking for. what i’ve been feeling homesick over.

missing you, has been one of the greatest themes of my life, and sometimes i wonder - if you did show - would i then, miss missing you? perhaps, on days when you get called into work, or even dare to step into the next room, i’ll yearn for you all over again. and maybe then, the yearning will feel more like home. as it’s all i’ve known.