A Cup of Tea and a Handful of Foxgloves

maybe it is a part of us. the drumming of a heartbeat, the tones of our voices. maybe love is what music is made of. its the baseline need to a lively song.

idk im weird and words arent forming in my head properly

He had a sweet smile, or some people would say.

He seemed nice at first, wearing a mask over his face.

But soon i saw, who he really was, and his fragile, emotional masculinity was crafted from fine fucking lace.

SO IT BEGAN.

It was the first time she had experienced love, this little girl inside of me.

She could not see the mental torture that i now see.

She could not see the way he took advantage of her fragile mind.

She loved too much, and fell too hard, for this man she thought was nothing but kind.

For a man that saw her as nothing but a housewife. A plaything. A wife to "bare his son"

So this is how to find out that a man like this isn't fun.

it isn't all men. But it is always men.

And men like that aren't men, they are fucking children.

this world isn't designed for mere children like that.

we. deserve. better.

only good thing that came from nintendo was the zelda games. and the wii (nostalgia)