Since I was 16 I dreamed of leaving, making the bed for the first time and cleaning a room once so lived in that the mess was organized by smell and height. A pillow in one arm, and a bag banging against my back as I lopped down the street, the midnight stars my guide. … Continue reading I Don’t Run
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Beautiful
“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough”- Jean-Paul Sartre -Beautiful- Perfectly broken. Beautifully flawed. Fucking hate me hate the cracks where solid is supposed to be. I can't go back, I can't go back I can't go I … Continue reading Beautiful
Faith Taryn Davies 