how to dress so girls and crows will notice me but security cameras won’t
something is always happening and there is no pause. i want to vomit
i blog for girls who are plagued by loneliness despite being overall well liked
Lost yachts; the bones of whales; those towns that once stood upon the clifftops; submarines; engagement rings flung from beaches; meteorites; pills; containers shed from listing ships; deserted lighthouses; rocks that once stood as an arch or a pillar or balanced impossibly over the sea; ashes scattered from urns; dropped library books; salt; gold; fragments of falling spacecraft; murder weapons; mudbound statues; the detritus of rivers; snapped masts; pirate skeletons still clinging to the barnacled chest of their dreams; dissolved ghosts; lonely sounds far from the sight of land; evidence; the prey of kelp mazes; ideas that proved too seasick for their time; freak waves; nets; crumbled-up islands; the moon’s path; maps; divers; skimmed stones.