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I identify as the void. Y'know, the one that tells you to swerve into oncoming traffic or step off a tall building? Yeah, that one.

Empty and destructive.

if I ever made it to the model catwalk, I would find some way to bring a sharp thing on set, and as I emerge, a thing of starved beauty and pure art, dramatically slice my own torso open, ribs exposed, guts splattering to the stage ground, blood spewing all over the front row guests, and most importantly, bleeding my useless life essence all over the expensive, artistic designer clothing I am made to show. A terrible display of art, to bleed as a pig does when sliced at the neck to please the human, the killer. What are we humans but showpieces of greed? May my blood be the color we lust for in the cold claws of winter.

Irrational is my middle name

Chaos is my friend

Death will be my savior

Life will be my end

but did they have to make coffins look so comfy?

when someone doesn’t wanna tell me what i did wrong and suddenly i’m 8 years old wondering what i did to make my mom mad again

Where is my home?

I don't recognize the faces anymore.

Where is my friend?

The one I've known since I was only just a kid

I think it's time to say goodbye.

There's something so lovely about the idea of decomposing. A sort of poetry that comes with returning to the earth. Moss taking over my skin, vines tangling into my bones, flowers growing from the nutrients in my blood, animals using me to feed their young. I hope after I die I get to haunt a spot where the forest meets the sea so that I can ominously stand looking over the ocean. I am also content with Haunting a large woods filled with animals that I can spend eternity running with. Life is so beautiful but I feel death will be just as beautiful in its own strange way.

-The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls by Emilie Autumn