| because it was Domestic Violence Awareness Month. this is something that i wrote that really strikes a cord with me. please enjoy. |
| because it was Domestic Violence Awareness Month. this is something that i wrote that really strikes a cord with me. please enjoy. |


eyelash clouds.i am shifting like our intertwined awakening limbs. shifting towards the bleary eyed new boy, fresh from a coma of drug induced pity.eyelash clouds.
i'll leave you a goodbye letter splattered with stray tears and the last waxy lipstick imprints in the form of my lips you will ever see- unless you didn't wash them off of your shirt collar.
[it won't say anything important other than i'm sorry that my love is like venom, preying on the weak.]
i'm not regretting my decision and i'm not turning back. you wouldn't understand &nbs


stardust.her hair whipped around her eyes with a fury of a thousand rays of sun. she swayed from side to side and her limbs were a concoction of fluid. she pretended that the lights dancing around her loved her back. that when she snorted stardust the lights were real and held her close.stardust.
he had heard her speak of multiple ailments but had never seen one. she spoke of daddy long legs crawling out of her ears and down her spine. how her fingernails raked at her sides until she was raw and bleeding. that her toes popped when she walked like bubbles in the wind.
but when he undressed her in the


roots. i'm going back to my roots. where the dirt is cool and my lips are covered in worm guts. i'm no longer hungry but my eyes are stinging like fucking hell.roots.
i've clawed your pictures off my wall because you're no longer anything to me. you're something that i regret rather than cherish and everyday that i wake up i thank that man in the clouds it is that way.
i used to hold your


sunshine, can't you hear me?your eyes look heavy, weighing down your face. two set orbs, amber colored and looking filled to the brim with secrets.sunshine, can't you hear me?
there's something on the corner of your mouth. it's so noticeable that as you drag your feet down the sidewalk everyone is staring. i run to wipe it off before i remember that you can't just wipe away sadness. you stop and turn to look at my flushed face, confused and startled. awakened from your numb coma to find yourself on a New York City side street. i wonder if you even know how you got there. my lips and tongue move to form words without my conscious' consent.
'hi
| this is what i love. this is what i love. this is what i love. this is what i love. |
| - my name is giuliana and i have no middle name. - i am 17 years of age. - i've never been in love with another human being. - i wish i knew more about the human anatomy so i could write more gruesome things. - i love writing, swimming, and pretending to be myself. - i have never done a collab. but i would love to sometime. - i want four tattoos accordingly: a seashell behind the ear, a nautical star on the wrist, a sun on one arm, a moon on the other. - i want both my ears pierced twice. |
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it seems only yesterday i used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
if you cut me i would shine.
but now when i fall upon the sidewalks of life,
i skin my knees. i bleed.
-billy collins
thank you so much for the
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if i could have a single wish, i'd only wish to never miss it when you wake up and smile.
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