

allison allison sits with vermillion laced between her teeth, scattering glass marbles across the wooden floor and singing for the ghost-eyed children who live in her attic. "we do not know any better," she rasps vacantly, "so don't mind us when we wring your neck like a pigeon's."allison
she has scars on her ribs from when she was fifteen and cuts on her lips from chewing them too often. she has coffee stains on her teeth and burns on her tongue and seaside eyes that a dollmaker would love to gouge out and keep for himself. she has hands and legs but they aren't really hers, n


and i'll be the painter.your skin is feather white, and i imagine littering your face with half-moon marks; i imagine the noises you'd make, like a chalkboard, darling,and i'll be the painter.
and i'm going to be the nails. your screams will be thunder, a train screeching to a stop. i imagine your eyes
are full of our dreams, and i'll bring the nightmares to the surface; your skin is feather-white, darling. you are a canvas waiting
to be drenched i
Ragnarok I
xo!
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I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time.
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xo!
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writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
xo!
shane
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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The puppy everyone loves: [link]
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
It means a lot
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"But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
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