beckadarling

do you like it when you feel black silk? do you like it when you smell soft ash, when it is october, when you think of hookah bars being your own, to drink and smoke and be careless yet afraid, when you are left alone at night and you pull out the exacto and and a soft bear, maybe a flask of makers and a picture you drew of the baudelaire orphans? do you have a month or two when you feel most comfortable, happy, or melancholy & sick & delighted? this is it for me, witch season. when i most want a companion, when i most want to snuggle and end up with bottle. and my hidden outfit of black silk & ash. hmmm, to quiet abandonment for one night too many, to nightlights and temporary alcoholism.. how many are out there!