i have been waiting so long
for my clumsy bones
to learn some primitive form of flight,
or at least, to find another way
across the universe.
but i have found
in tiny shivers,
on our scars
and eye flecks—
that there is already a destination,
pulsing beneath our skin.
- the dust dances too
when madison got gang raped
when madison flipped the bus killing all her rapists
Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak
even when im not laying facedown on the floor literally, i am always laying facedown on the floor figuratively. in my heart or whatever.
Deep conversation and great sex is a requirement
Arctic Marble Fox
i used to be so weirded out by the fact that everyone takes notes in pen in college because that seems so permanent right, what if you mess up a word, youll have to scribble it out and live with ugly notes
now that i write in pen i realize that i no longer have the strength of will to push down a pencil hard enough to make legible marks. im literally too dead inside to use a pencil. pen is the only way to make proof of my existence at this point