roseate* posted a quote
December 16, 2018 8:02pm EST
“ I wish for the same thing I’ve hoped for since the beginning. I wish for a life so brave, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories. —CHELSEY PHILPOT
so please could you tell me in great detail what it's like to shed water from your eyes to feel the release of pain. i wish that i could Experience it it's really such a shame what have i done to deserve this? why am i wired this way? A little something i wrote lastnight.
i saw you today, i cried. i feel stupid, i dislike yet love you. i've tried to move on, i thought i made progress then i saw you and it all went away, all the moving on, and the trying, right then and there i knew i madly loved you...i wanted to be okay if id ever saw you, i wanted to be able to not love you, i guess its just not my time, im so tired of trying, i wish i could just do it...
Southwest Gothic weather vanes spinning wildly even though there's no wind sunsets bathing everything in saturated light before all the color disappears old homesteads leaning to one side everything covered in cobwebs walking in the desert alone but you're not alone someone on the crest is crawling with you waking up to the sound of a complete downpour but looking outside and it hasn't rained even a drop your walls have eyes and they've seen
Midwest Gothic abandon farms silos that are slowly turning back into the earth street lights that flicker as you pass them empty streets in the middle of the night, but you still hear footsteps behind you someone looking at you from a curtained window, then you blink and they’re gone storm sirens at 2 AM an old radio carackling on, even though no one touched it the endless fields know your fears
East Coast Gothic foggy piers something large and unknown washing up onto the shore the end of the beach disappearing into the storm shade of the forest, leaving patterned shadows and tricking your eyes overgrown tombstones old houses painted black, shuttered windows an outbuilding in the middle of the woods, the forest has moved inside you know someone lives there figures between the trees, whispering