• Hannah Flowers

my sad little ram you feel so lonely because you can’t see the stars you have no idea they’re wrapped around the horns on your head so involved in pitying yourself you don’t know how lucky you really are you long desperately for love you wouldn’t know love if it shot you in the heart all of your wishes could come true but nothing would ever be good enough for you it doesn’t matter if you have the world and more your own perfectionism is a double-edged sword

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(un)holy ground

what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool

you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

candles / spores

you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh