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No sympathetic voices anywhere, there’s blood in my hair

blue, like the rooftops of the city over yonder blue, like the ghosts of brothers long gone

blue, like the crystalized hope of tomorrow blue, like my hair he'd braid gently when long

blue, like the ocean that drowned all my sorrows blue, like the smoke of my sister's last song

Day 8: Blue

"Always a dance with you."

ghost

Day 31: The Last Drop

past and present

blorbovember day 9: angst

can this girl ever CATCH A BREAK!!!

wowee I love when fucked up manipulators form an unhealthy attachment to kids they project onto and decide are Their Child Now there’s no way that could ever go wrong