i’ve not the words left in me
to plait into anything
more (or less) tangible -
when heaviest night
draws mists over my thoughts
and the morning
seems every bit as far
as the new england coast
that birthed me
and all is dark
and all is not still
inside my mind,
where my pillow is the only place
i can whisper
that no,
i’m really not alright
after all
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Currently.
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A painting of mine (Taken with instagram)
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• So tired
• this is nothing new and something that has started to worry me
• thinking I might be anaemic
• or possibly a mono flare up
• or, of course, I’m being fed on at night by a vampire. I’d never know cos I sleep like the dead on a regular night. Never mind now, when apparently I’ve even had someone bellowing in my ear and never once woke up lol
• so like… It could be a vampire. But jesusfuckinchristsohelpmegod if it’s Robert pattinson, I’m killing myself. No joke.
BEST. SITE. EVER.
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Mermaid waiting, 1910
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