She's a Witch
02 Jūlijs 2020 @ 19:51
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Bookshelf heart by Erin Hanson

"She has a bookshelf for a heart,
And ink rules through her veins,
She'll write you into her story,
With typewriter in her brain,
Her bookshelf's getting crowded,
With all the stories that she's penned,
Of those people who flicked through her pages,
But closed the book before the end,
And there's one pushed to the very back,
That sits collecting dust,
With its title in her finest writing,
"The Ones Who Lost My Trust",
There's  books she's scared to open,
And books she doesn't close,
Stories of every person she's met,
Stretched out in endless rows,
Some people have only sentence,
While others once held a main part,
Thousands of inky footprints,
That they've left across her heart,
You might wonder why she does this,
Why write of people she once knew?
But she hopes one day she'll mean enough,
For someone to write about her too."

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Jūtos: buzzing
 
 
She's a Witch
03 Maijs 2020 @ 00:34
 
I'm damaged ass person, but I still pass out love like my pain doesn't exist
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Jūtos: Sleepy
 
 
She's a Witch
22 Novembris 2017 @ 02:20
Poem from "13 reasons why"  
Today I am wearing lacy black underwear

For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.

And underneath that?

I am absolutely naked.

And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;

I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts

like saran wrap that you can see through

to what leftovers are inside from the night before.

And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.

My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.

But that doesn’t matter, right?

You don’t care about how soft my skin is.

You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.

But what if all they do is crack open windows?

So I can see lightening through the clouds.

What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?

What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?

But that’s not the story you want.

You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.

Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.

I don’t need to be the water in the well.

I don’t need to be the well.

But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.

I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.

They find harmonies in their laughter.

Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can’t hum on key?

What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?

Some people can recognize a tree,

A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.

How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?

How long before I’m lost for good.

It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.

It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.

But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.

I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
 
 
Jūtos: depressed
 
 
She's a Witch
24 Februāris 2017 @ 10:38
Sons of Anarchy.  
Lai cik sākumā likās neinteresants seriāls.
Šis seriāls man iespieda dziļas pēdas krūtīs.
žēl, ka agrāk nezināju/neskatījos, bet nu
katram savs laiks, sava vieta.

 
 
She's a Witch
21 Jūnijs 2016 @ 18:51
 
:)
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