AshMashTheFlash

I know a young painter Talented indeed She spends hours in her room Painting when the world is asleep It seems a pretty story But wait for the twist Cause her paintbrush is a razor And her canvas is her wrist

A lone feather, Caught in a warm summer draft. Where will it lead me?

The sky A glorious blue, dappled by white puffy clouds. It is endless, Guarding us from the terrors of the unknown terrain of space. Smoke An ugly scar in the beautiful blue sky. It is the result, Of wasteful humans polluting the earth. Must the two interact? Must the imperfection hang so heavily in my head? Why can't I remember the majestic blue Of the afternoon sky?

i am tellurium melancholy - i speak like i am a god while i decay: blood bruises & stelliform girls are celestial bodies, lime lights

you tell me there’s beauty painted over my skin that good things live within my shell, the ribbons that hold me together but sometimes I just can’t have faith in mortal things it’s like you only love me because I found it in myself to love the way you snap at me and narrow your eyes pull away just to make me stay I like you best when you’re asleep and things are in rest.

there was a coffee shop i once went to with a woman i once knew. she wore freedom in her hair and anger as her armor. her only love was the grande mocha stuck permanently to her palm. her love was addictive. she would sit in her chair, drinking for infinities. she would get drunk off the emptiness she breathed. occasionally, she would sing to me about how she fucked it all up about the time she loved, the time she lost. the time she died. her life was miserable and yet she loved it as much as her cup. i do not believe that her story ends in happily ever after. i do believe that's the way she would've wrote it.

ariel stole your breath more than i ever did - when my heart was thudding between your lungs, because that was the only safe place, or so i was told i can't remember when my heart caught the fever for you had guarded it with your own ribcage for so long my memories melded between your synapses and we became one