my beautiful cake… no matter whoever scribbles or vandalizes your artwork, your feathers will always spread out and strike humility into oblivionin, an aurora of turquoise and lavendar, in my eyes.

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sail away with me

what will be will be…

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The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

- carl sandburg

i can imagine this as god’s hand just dripping goobs of uteral blood on my head. got my period at work today. no pads, white skirt… nasty.

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my. worst. nightmare.

lovely.

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