- William Blake (via observando)
- Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays (via citrusina)
Paper Art, Maude White
and I didn’t want to cut out bat silhouettes
She did a shot for every time you said sorry for not calling her back;
she was intoxicated with disappointment.
She filled her lungs with smoke for each moment
She still thinks about how easily she fit in your arms
when you were still there to embrace her.
My lungs fill with guilt from my brain telling me to stop thinking.
She carved a line into the bed for all the times
the bones of her spine danced wherever you could move her body.
She has a short story engraved into her bed posts
…I need to sand that down.
It’s quite fortunate she have a friend for each time she needs to be reminded that she deserves better than someone who doesn’t care enough to respond.
Without those friends,
there would be a girl still hopelessly interested in the way you intoxicate her, take her breath, and carve away at her soul.
I actually love this
It’s so comforting