He asked me if he talked in his sleep. I quickly said no. I had to, because if he asked me what he said I would have spilled my guts on what he said. He was having a dream that was making him smile and that was the first time I heard him say my … Read moreStill I can’t escape the ghost of you
The dreams I have these nights are hopeless. I remember what happened by the way it drapes on my skin. The laughter (that hurts our sides and is so loud the neighbours wonder if we have finally lost our minds) the way people stare at me like they know my secrets. I smile at them … Read morethree words that change everything
I am lonely, he breathes into my neck and my skin sucks it up like it is good for me. I know, but— before I could finish, I let him melt into me. I mold his body into a shape to fit with mine because at this moment, it feels right, like this is where … Read moreI’m a fucking arsonist
let me tell you about this day (well, yesterday by the time this posts)- it was so easy. I made apple butter. I read a few cards. I folded some clothes and bought a few groceries. I listened to a podcast. I went for a walk in the woods (IN THE SUN) and watched some … Read morebratgirl