Sometimes A Teenage Girl Is Franz Kafka

your hate-filled tongue, your vicious lips

Phaethon (1878) by Gustave Moreau

My body is but a #camilla macaulay temple.

I'm like if a normal person was severely mentally ill

"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed

devotion this salvation that. what about fallen saints. saints who once were adored and perfect in the eyes of their god but fell from its grace. saints who once served their divine so faithfully they were seen as extensions of it, yet were given an order they could not fulfill. saints who couldn’t bear the prayers of the innocents ringing in their ears. saints who were once blessed with power and glory. saints who discarded it all in exchange for freedom.

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

me, in any given conversation, redirecting the subject to greek mythology: