Critmuss with @celesteairel !
Some days I am not pretty—I am raw and ragged. I breathe smoke and blink lighting and these days are as important as those when my face looks presentable.
"Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours. Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. You are a woman who can build it yourself. You were born to build."
that night we were
it hurt to breathe
that heart beats
were the pulses of poems
that never got
and I started to cry
words that pushed my heart
to sound like
an angry drum."
Cancer, MS, and other skithcyspoopy things.
#will delete later
I don’t know if I am going insane and all of this is some dream-state, but I brought the possibility of a tumor or MS to my parents and the following occurred:
my father ignored me completely and forced me to help him look for a ring he misplaced.
my mother got upset that I didn’t tell her before my dad and tried to discredit any of my symptoms since she didn’t remember me talking about them.
so. these are things.
i have southern comfort.
and american spirits.
and a nice new coat.
so things aren’t so bad.
"Maybe if you go to bed you’ll feel better in the morning" is literally just the human version of "Have you tried turning it off and back on again?"
"You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole."