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Priya Elisabeth. ♀ seventeen, INTP.
Intersectional feminist, serious, romantic, and tightly-wound.
"I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for."
- Rudy Francisco
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of course ghosts are real, they hide inside your bones.
how terrible is it to be called beautiful, smart and strong but end up being alone every night.
</3 | the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold; the curves of your lips rewrite history.
</3 | that bloody mary's lacking in tabasco; remember when you used to be a rascal?
darling i'm drunk and everything that i have loved has turned to stone, so pack your bags and come back home.
i keep pretending not to care but the winter scent in her hair compels my hands to do the things my heart wouldn't dare.
</3 | the rumours are terrible and cruel but honey most of them are true.
</3 | so save your scissors for someone else's skin; my surface is so tough i don't think the blade will dig in.
the seed of the prophet shall sit the throne and drown in flame the mountains of man.
our love is god; let's go get a slushie.
baby you gave me bad ideas. baby you left me sad and high.
written in these walls are the stories that i can't explain. i leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days.
it no longer seemed a surprise to your biblical heart that the devil chose his own fire over god.
while you're kissing clouds and gods i'll be crawling on my knees, sweet morphine.
no masters or kings. when the ritual begins, there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. only then i am human, only then i am clean.
my cold hearted child, tell me where it all falls. this apathy you feel will make a fool of us all.
cry wolf, cry mercy, cry the name of the one you were raised to believe. cry heart, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe.
there are thieves who rob us blind and kings who kill us fine, but steady, the rights and the wrongs invade us as innocent song.
did you see the light in my heart? the sweat on my brow? the fear in my heart? did you see me bleeding out?
if my woman was a fire she'd burn out before i wake and be replaced by pints of whiskey, cigarettes, and outer space.
down by the river i was drawn by your grace into tempest of oblivion and to the lovers' place.
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