A girl made of ghosts

Our demons should fuck.

Love is only for the ecstatically blind.

The heart only keeps what it loses.

I'll leave my armor on the floor

She is both resurrection and grave.

An apocalypse in a tight black dress

Sometimes light doubles as a person.

If the world ends, I'm looking for you right after.

Her holy neck, like bread, like wine.

Time is what makes us holy.

If she was the sun, the moon would never dare eclipse her.

There’s way too much alchemy going on in the shower. All I need is a bar of Ivory soap and a song that makes me think about my first car

The apocalypse has nothing on her.

Your rapture or mine

A bed without her is not a bed at all.

The human heart weighs more than the entire universe.

I once was lost but now I'm loster.

I like you, this is how it starts

Darling, life is never fair, that's what love is for.

I wish you knew me before I turned into a ghost.

Hey a sledgehammer can also be used with finesse

You people who have your shit together disgust me

Darling, we are planets colliding at the end of time.

all the oldest and most beautiful stars are ghosts

eight hundred and twenty three sighs.

i enjoy reading your words more than i enjoy thinking my thoughts

Things don’t have to be as bad as you think just as bad as you feel.

I placed a bowl of seashells in my living room and now I’m a completely different person.

I love you, but I'm a mess, and you don't need that kind of love, you deserve someone free, someone who dances in the rain, I only know how to drown.

She never chases the horizon because she knows how to move it.

I don’t know a single sane person who’s not a little depressed right now. Namaste 💚

Darling, dig your nails into the earth and think of me.

Two heartbroken lovers at the end of the world.

Just looking at her feels like a sin.

if you find me walk me home

one day, i'll say all the right words at exactly the right time.

The ocean told me starfish beach themselves because they are trying in vain to reach the night sky.

A sword made of flowers and a girl made of steel.

In her past life, she was the water flowing across aqueducts, causing cities to bloom, growing that much closer to the divine.

One day, I just blinked and she became every star in the universe.

Joy to the free spirits who refuse to be anything other than shadow and light, the good kind, the tension of duality, the miracle of human consciousness. Joy to those who refuse to turn unkind, holding compassion like a sword. Joy to the empaths wounding their hearts to feel another's pain.

Sometimes the gentle cadence of a catbird singing in the honeysuckle gives me pause and tells me to set things on fire