#controllling

you are the misunderstood violence in witnessing the soft rise and fall of a chest, nestled beside a lover who is not your own. you are the streaks of clay deep beneath the ground that childlike hands reach into, sink into, mold to fill the cracks in your worn soul. you are whole. torn sequined lace caught in tree branches, wind stricken and rippling, creating ghostlike figures in the night; you graze through empty bodies and leave them drenched in constellations. heavenly being, you are burgundy droplets of blood that manifest after clutching the thorns of the sweetest rose. words unspoken that drip from veins, pulsing blood whispers — “I’m yours, I belong to no one, I am endless"

When it's magic hour, and the clouds cover the moon in a sleepy haze, she is reborn from her own skin, her veins pulse electric yellow, blue, and pink. Her hair grows longer, her skin radiant, her entire being glowing with light. She can run fast and jump high, resurrect or kill, force anyone to fall in love or burn from the inside out with hatred, but as the night wears on her glow will fade until she is paled and powerless.

She scribbled in notebooks all the ways the leaves moved in the wind and all the sounds peoples' shoes made on the cobblestone. She was always able to navigate the forest without a compass or a map, always finding her way home before dark from even the farthest, densest corners of the thicket.

oh come on ashley floo powder is so last century, just apparate to me (please I need you) (floo powder is actually really cool I just don't know how to use it and I'm jealous :''''[ )

hehehe, I will soon!!! I'll figure something out... 

:'''] I feel like I'd lose beat too easily. I carry my notes a lot more than the original songs are ever intended for and it just doesn't blend well with the guitar and ugh -__-

:'''] i love you ty

YOU ARE ALL SO SWEET I WANT TO BUNDLE YOU ALL INTO A BLANKET AND JUST KISS YOU IS THAT WEIRD probably i don't care THANK YOU I LOVE YOU :'']