my eyes are open now.

You are a flame on a winter night: deceivingly welcoming, but still deathly cold.

sagihairius:

oh darling, paint the world gold! let the skies shimmer with the whispers of the sun, and let your skin glow like a burning angel; here we are e t e r n a l.

I can’t tell you how piercingly and endlessly I think about you.

I befriended the moon for she changes like I do.

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with my imagination to even tip toe with reality for a second. They say I’m going mad. They’re right.

… what I am aches in me.

A solitude of sea, A solitude of death,

Girls like me love ancient thinking, we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine, we wait for an ascension to heaven while standing in line to get into the martyr club, our chests studded with arrows, our hands seared with ink, we dance in golden tesserae, legs flashing neon while smoking cigarettes, we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet, we are abandoned, in love with our gore, the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in, to let the lions in.