and with that, my sweet prince is dead. I dont know if you guys know but cheap bots done quick has been banned from the twt API. thanks for sticking around guys. it’s been delightful to talk to you and spend time with you and exchange words :) I love you all.
had she always loved him? it's likely. restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. she wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. it didn't matter where. her mouth, her neck, her cheek. her skin was empty for it, waiting.
and lastly, let me ask you this:
if you and i went for a walk, and the entire walk we didn't talk,
do you think eventually we'd kiss?
no way.
that's asking too much
—after all, this is only our first date.
i think i get so scared because i’m greedy — i want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away. what the fuck.
you fight the urge to gasp for air, to claw at some
unknown entity snapping your ribs off the sternum like passionfruit from the vine
my mother hands me inappropriate quips about sex & life & love: she hands me how to handle goodness & alcohol & growing up. my father hands me tomatoes, hands me his heart, hands me fresh pesto & the space i am filling in our house when i come home for my brother’s birthday
sometimes, when i am ordering dinner, or emptying—a flower vase—a great tide runs from my toe to my crown, which is the thought of you.
he was funny and focused and fierce. i mean the guy could be fierce. and there wasn’t anything mean about him. i didn’t understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you.
some days i am trapped in 'please' and 'thank you', in never walking home alone, in painting myself red and pouring pepto bismol down my chest so you know you're seeing me right.

