

frostbiteelectric monolithfrostbite
the shards of winter sever the milky tangled roots on your tongue
one livid particle on the porcelean continent an obsidian icon freezes fingers pink
and scalds faces white


pursesaw some old friends from highschool today i felt myself standing, hiding behind my purse and them laughing at everything i said and im not that funny i felt like a twelve year old girl hiding behind crossed arms hey, call me sometime, we should hang out for sure because i love to hate that highschool feelingpurse


your only feari embody the weakness that you fear the only thing you cant stop the soft you cantyour only fear
bear because what's weak is honest
more art than computer
more ideas than money
*turns up "what's yr take on cassavettes?" *
oh yeah.
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