Chalk Outlines

I have an obsession with bones, yours not mine.

Sep 13
“Our hearts beat so loud the neighbors think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.” Andrea Gibson, “Pansies” (via impactings)

(via literallybi)

Sep 4

I overthink everything that has to do with you and at the same time I cannot think at all when I am with you…

“Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?” Nietzsche (via kateoplis)

Apr 19

Mar 19

You Were a Concept

We bore each other,

gave each other names and meaning. Felt
every beat and drip of blood
pushing in and out

in and out.

Warmed limbs and muscles
under heaved whispers,

ex ex hale


ex ex hale.

We changed our structure,
left permanent dents on flat stomachs
where I laid, 
where you lied.
Arches on our backs where 
morals bend,
pounding paranoia
that we should lose
each other under wrinkled shades
of pastels. There are imprints
where we breathed out all the rest.

We bore each other,
in bed our bones stretched
too far. We devoured, consumed,
and forgot until there was nothing
to be missed, nothing to be desired,
until we were different
beings altogether. Quiet little nothings.
Sorrounded by absolutely nothing.

We bore each other.


Dec 10
My Frankenstein earrings! Love. Love.❤

My Frankenstein earrings! Love. Love.❤