#for ally

a chore, dull and repetative.

yet it isn't, loving her is a task only to my lungs

it is exactly a month till spring.

but i'm wearing a skirt, you like this skirt.

it's warmer down here, there's no cool breeze.

i think of you when my mind refuses to let me stay inside.

it's too beautiful to stay inside the box room.

people are still wearing their winter coats,

mines in my families attic, i couldn't wait to shed it.

spring is a month away, but i need it now.

running headlong into oblivion.

living on in our eyes, in our hearts, as forever young;

untouchable.

faster than the wind, head thrown back, voice raised in a joyous yell.

“she’s one of those forever dogs. i just can’t picture her getting old. she’ll live forever, you know.“

and live forever she will, frozen in our minds, perpetually,

as young and wild.

careless and free.

living, for us, the life we, ourselves, wish to lead.

godspeed into oblivion, forever dog,

    Ivy couldn’t stand Ally, and she took the opportunity to get rid of her, to get Ozzie for herself and be rid of the bitch. Ever since they had gotten married all that followed her were the phobias and it took it’s toll on her and now here she was cooking dinner for her ‘wife’ ugh she shouldn’t have married her... 

“I hope that this is okay tonight. Just kinda tired.”