| 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. |


how grotesque.i am ugly. i am hideous and i am disgusting. i am a bug, an insect, a vermin, crawling down your throat and jabjabjabbing my pins and needles legs into your pink and pulsing flesh.how grotesque.
yes, i am gloriously undignified. i am so grotesquely unladylike. and i am here to tell you that your insides flutter like broken butterfly wings when i am sinksinksinking my glass shard teeth into them.
oh, i am rusting around the orifices of my face. i am made of scrap metal and hooker blood and motor oil. i am that piece of shit you threw away for a brand fucking new piece of shit. so go w


after he cries.his eyes are shaped like almonds after he cries. i wonder how he can see through his giraffe eyelashes with his eyelids so close.after he cries.
there's always a tragic smile on his lips after he cries. it skirts across his teeth as if he's become unburdened and i wouldn't settle for less.
the tip of his nose is always flushed after he cries. at first thought, it reminds me of a clown before i remember there's nothing funny about it.
he doesn't shake after he cries. his tremors cease and i love it when he's still so i can hold him and hold him and hold him without h


colorless sunsets.'today is a bad day,' you told me. my eyes were tired and i fought to keep them open. i felt like crying. 'why's today a bad day?' 'the world is crumbling. i can feel it shaking.' i looked at you for the first time in a few days. you were shaking so hard you seemed to blur at the edges.colorless sunsets.
you had no idea.


dying flowers.you make me feel brand new. i am in your arms and i feel the scars on my face pulling away. they drift into the air and are pushed away by the current of your steady breath. i don't breathe for a moment just in case i'd suck them back in.dying flowers.
i know that people hate you. you don't know it because you're charming, but i hear what they say. i don't want to know but it hurts and my skin burns wherever you touch it. i know i'm not supposed to listen to anyone but my heart, but i can't stop my ears.
'just tell me what's going on.' you were yelling at me in the rain but i kept running.


a wish.i wish that i was actually good at something.a wish.
i'm not even good at loving you.
i wish that i could actually do something right.
i wish that whenever i tried you didn't take it offensively.
i wish that i didn't have so many nights alone with nostalgic books.
i wish that i didn't always run to the bathroom just to puke it back up.
i wish that whenever i needed someone they didn't want to get up and leave.
i wish that i could stop crying.
i wish that i didn't want to drink some wine on a train to nowhere tonight.
i wish that i was bette
| 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 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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