
summer endsyou were thesummer ends by ~carpefuckingdiem
perfect
end to summer,
worst start
to winter,
gone by the new year,
dragged
by moon from shore
(it always seemed so dark)
texts with rows of x's
and perfectly timed
footsteps
in dead leaves.
the beach was cold,
i felt old(er)
iridescence
madness, sadness,
oceanic eyes.

Letters.dear ghost number three,Letters. by ~carpefuckingdiem
iii. for future reference: i will not blame you, the world will not hold you accountable and you must not, do you hear me, you must not blame yourself. i know there are times when you try to love me, but you need to stop, do you understand? on good days you are brave at best, foolish at worst. i am beautiful, my words could be something someday, you tell me. i must get better, better.
then there are your bad days. down the spiral staircase to that dusty place where no one can reach you. even then you are too proud to admit that love is difficult right now. it's an illness, you are allowed time off from your

shyness is endearing.There is no limit to the worthlessness a person can feel. You are subject to your own mental tortures. It is your own thoughts that haunt you. To you, you are not worthy of the ground you walk upon. To you, it is a cruel twist of fate that there are people who love you enough to touch your poisoned skin. To you, there are no words that can sanctify any small part of you. To you, there are a million beautiful people who deserve everything you have but shouldn't. Human beings have distorted perceptions that glorify certain things for reasons we will never comprehend. This causes ourselves to feel worthless by comparison. Do you see?shyness is endearing. by ~carpefuckingdiem
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introvert.The bus shudders painfully through congested central Edinburgh and spits my reluctant self back out into the nail biting cold where my numerous layers will never be enough. Bones knock together seeking out fat cells to crawl beneath to keep warm. I should have stayed home.introvert. by ~carpefuckingdiem
Time drags itself infinitesimally across the cheap linoleum tiles. Squeak squeak. Tick tock. Crawled out of bed at one, exhausted and done with it all by half past two. I feel my lips move and stretch, vibrations climbing up my oesophagus and making those familiar sounds. Words. I scrunch up my face a lot. It's a nervous habit of mine: make a funny face, people

a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crasha hospital bird with soot in her lungs by ~nuisances
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
and dreams
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
of not-quite-cold-enough-for-snow
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.

Shit, I've CrashedShit, I've crashed again.Shit, I've Crashed by ~Nefiret
Just like when you're eight and you call 911 and expect the police
never to come and fucking check up on you
But they do
Or when you're drenched with rain and that prick of a rainbow shines brighter than you've ever seen before
It always does.
And your mistakes leave your legs dangling
Your fingers in that tingling sleep
And there's a tumult of broken glass in your mind screaming
You've fucking failed again
You've fucking failed