the darkest night can make it easy to walk (while flowerbeds scatter self-righteously) even though i know the sun's just gonna come and yell at me...and i'm walking along (while nailbeds scream atrocities) because i can't think and bite at the same time...and some sort of wash wants to sweep me away...i can see it dragging my cat, so i go...an honest maneuver (when shit comes to that)...you misinterpret that voice was it mine? no matter the wash is sweeping the time...pick pick at them once and four million
...(i just want to roll on my belly like stars)
...(i just want to roll on my belly like stars)
deathinfebruary:
The moon hath not shone as brightly as you. The stars cower in your beauty. You are your own true goddess.May your days bring you the beauty & wonder you deserve above all else.