minsuil -- "what do you call something that is here, but not supposed to exist?" " fate " |


stories about lacie.stories about lacie.
i. her name is lacie and she is perfect. she has emerald sea eyes and sunshine hair that falls in sheets. she is everything that we cannot be; lacie is the blue sky she accepts everything and everyone. she smells of fresh cut grass still wet from dew, of fine ocean mist in the wee hours of morning, of sweet lemons and sweeter limes. lacie has cream skin tanned just right in the sun, she has smatterings of freckles across her nose and her shoulders. they're light enough not to be ugly but prominent enough that we count the stars in them. when lacie smiles the sun shines j


shadowstalker.shadowstalker.
i. i have thrown it all away lost the things most important, lost my way i want to find the way back to places even the maps don't know exist.
hiding from the things i didn't want it see, or perhaps not seeing the obvious in front of my eyes both believing in an invisible strength. thinking that our


teach me to pray.teach me to pray.
dear x -- the wind blows by us and churns up storms of dust and dirt. it rolls together tumbleweeds as they race gently across the used-to-be's. i wonder how even now, when the world has left us alone, that there is still beauty in the world. today i saw tumbleweeds traverse the distance between us, and i thought; wouldn't it be great if we raced across barren deserts like that?
( which in a way is true, like tumbleweeds, we're dried out, hollow and only holding together. we don't have any breath left in our bodies, only the wind. )
dear
minsuil -- "what do you call something that is here, but not supposed to exist?" " fate " |
fff it's much deserved, I'm looking forward to all your art * 3* ♥♥
Your welcome * 3*
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