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no you have not but oh my god that is The Most amazing thing i have ever heard can you imagine how amazing your author bio would be on a book sleeve?

“faru has published these other works. when she is not writing, she spends her days herding goats in the mountains away from the city, often pausing to run back to her small home when inspirations strikes.”

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they talk of little things, left in attic boxes with promises of returning left unfulfilled to gather dust and darkness in the eaves of this lonely place;

here is the sun before it dies quietly behind the horizon, light orange-ichor, as if it fears bleeding out too violently, heart wrent open like a ripe fruit;

there is a leaf trembling before it falls from the mother tree, a final desperate clasp-gasp of fear as it hurtles into change of organized matter into mush left to rot and fester with its brethren;

these are the first stars in the evening sky, white specks appearing in the blue-black bruises of the soul, as if light could fill what is no longer with something other than sorrow;

this is the sigh before the final breath of hopes and regrets, soothsayers predicting the end in the palms of loved ones and turning them away with a sad smile;

everywhere lies a tapestry, half-finished, threads loose on the loom, waiting for someone to pick them up again, stories untold except for in the mouths of the forgotten and dead;

autumn is the loneliest time, says the wraith and cuts the web

ii. On a hot summer’s day, we lay side by side, on the corner of my bed. He ripped apart my pillows, feathers and cotton billowing, wrapped up my heart in all that white, and doused it in rubbing alcohol. The smell of sweat and humidity, mixed with burning flesh, as he set me alight. It was all sun and screams and smoke.

iii. At sixteen, I traded phoenix feathers for pens (But never lost my fixation for fire). Confession: I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. They still sit on my desk, in a red and white cup, like rejected flowers.

iv. Confession: I kept a tally of heartbreak in the dip of my hip, the crook of my elbow, the third rung of my rib- did you know I carved out your name there? And when I tried to sand it off, the shards of bone Got stuck in my lungs, and now I can’t breathe.

v. Confession: I hate you. I think of you and music- strumming a guitar at midnight, I think of you and trust- secrets hidden in the safe spaces between stars, I think of you and kisses- sugar sweet and just as addictive.

vi. Confession: I love you I think of you and broken promises, and walking on eggshells with everything I say and do. I think of you and fire and pain and  a sense loss so great, it leaves me aching and breathless.  Confession: I think of you and heartbreak- but I am healing, and so will you.

name aesthetic ↝ Faru | @nostlagiac 

OHHHH DEAR IM SO DELIGHTED SORRY TO DRAG YOU INTO THIS

okay okay so i guess an explanation is due at this point

@lux-scriptum @kclenhartnovels and several other writeblrs have characters named Michael. Lux and Kelleys’ Michaels are both representations of the biblical archangel Michael and are both complete assholes. i mean it, they’re really awful. in what we presume to be a very big joke, an anon started spamming Lux with asks begging Michael to love them and, after a while, started spamming Kelley as well. they began signing off their asks with “michael lover anon” or “mla” for short. the joke is that MLA has a big thing for Michaels, especially portrayals of the archangel

earlier today mla created an entire blog dedicated to their cause @michael-lover-anon and since then has taken on dozens?? of Michaels from different writers on tumblr whether they’re decent characters or total pieces of trash, angels or not