☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ You ask my why all of my writing sounds sad, but you don't understand the way it manifests. The way my words are strung fairy lights, in an empty house at midnight, trying to make all of the dark edges beautiful again. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
debauchery* posted a quote
February 20, 2017 12:39am EST
When love becomes The one thing you can't trust The stars start falling down In silver trails of dust The atmosphere above Is a glimmer of what it was The moon reflects the sun Like a memory of us When the sky fell down It shattered on the ground.
You are born, go to school, and attend university in search of a husband. You get married – even if he is the worst man in the world – just so that others can’t say no one wants you. You have children, grow old, and spend the end of your days watching passersby from a chair on the sidewalk, pretending to know everything about life yet unable to silence the voice in your heart that says: “You could try something else”.