Pompadour

25/30 this is for somebody i know. -- wasteland's daughter, the girl from across the street, big-eyed, clumsily weaving through life, making winters out of summer, and summers out of ...

24/30 -- take me back to bridge games and despairing disguises in melodrama; take me back to Lily Bart's concrete garden, and paved walkways in Manhattan. take me back, take ...

23/30 /when you just can't seem to shake the weight of living/ -- i ran out onto the street last night, needed a reminder that you cannot take an aspirin ...

22/30 -- lonely, a hand creeping up, skeletal stick figure piercing into the sky; its leaves are like fireflies, but its backbone shivers in the wind. lately, the weather has ...

21/30 -- you tip deserts from your winter bowl of silence, translate a message--scorching suns trailing from the tip of your index finger, and down, until they shackle your spine. ...

20/30 Dedicated to @GoldFlame -- there is a kingdom tucked away that the world’s blindsight cannot see: you reach out to touch it, but backtrack, hesitantly. now, people ask why ...

19/30 there is a general air of impairment in these halls, filtered air with sulphuric claws, walls like flatbread-- shaking, synchronous to the beguiling of a wind that writes a ...

18/30 a sparrow sits on my windowledge--says, ‘i am Philomela, so love me, love me, world, and watch my tongue craft melodies you will forever delight in.’ my fingers to ...

17/30 i found you sitting on needlepoint; surrounded by asters, coughing up lilies in the quiet vicinity of betrayal. 'here we are again,' you said, 'at the beginning of turmoil ...

16/30 For @Hiraeth somewhere in this world, the moon has slipped and fallen, crashed into somebody's garden shed, disturbed somebody's restless slumber. somewhere in this world, a nightingale has fall

15/30 it took me a long time to learn that in this world, people use halos to strangle you, and half-truths to cage you, and when you are all out ...

14/30 i will not i will not i will not i will not never not never not never not-- i make promises to myself before the sun rises, forget them ...

13/30 brokenness is an umbrella term for all of those people you left out in the rain. fragility is not a heart made of glass, but a heart in the ...

12/30 'imagine a place where home is never where you think it is, where you always stop at the wrong intersection, take the wrong train, press "re-do", and never falter. ...

11/30 dig caves within the bark of some old, forgotten tree. write yourself a story. sing yourself a song. go on rampages, see the world, find a palace you belong ...