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🔥 Birthday Flame for Heidi Lavon 🔥

On this day, the stars conspire, To light your path with sultry fire, Tattooed queen, with eyes that gleam, You’re every rebel’s wildest dream.

A toast to curves, to lips that tease, To inked-up tales that aim to please, The way you move, the way you grin— You wear seduction on your skin.

Another year, and still you burn, With every head at every turn, Goddess fierce, both soft and strong, You’ve been the fire all along.

I say I said it, didn’t i?

what a bold faced fuckin lie sitting on a fault line it’ll break at any time

haven't made up my mind keep thinking I do and then the tears run down my cheeks before I can hit send.

i put it off again, don't want to dim your light, check the time

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i say goodnight-- why is it when I’m not in the same room I wish I could kiss you? I’m so confused

I don't want to be the someone they'll never get over. They insist and then re-insist that I am their end-all. I'm sure they'll be okay, eventually… at least, that’s what they say, too.

I'll be okay. Always am.

🦇 A Goth Day Ode 🕯️

Today we rise in velvet shrouds, Beneath the clouds, beneath the crows, Where silence sings and shadows speak, And roses bloom in blackest cloaks.

We paint our eyes with midnight oil, Our lips with dusk, our hearts with lore. We toast the moon in graveyard halls, With wine as red as martyr’s gore.

Oh, blessed be this sacred day, Where sorrow’s silk is fierce and fine— We wear our wounds like noble crowns, And dance where stars forget to shine.

Here in the hush of gothic grace, We find our joy in death’s embrace— Not morbid, no, but bold and true, In every shade of deepest blue.

So light the candles, wear the lace, Let mascara mark your place— For every tear and stormy sigh, A goth shall rise with raven’s cry.