Dicentra

Hey all! In case you wanted to follow, I'm @Jess_Bolluyt now, this account will be deactivated in a few days.

Try to forget my name, it's the only way.

Encyclopedic silences.

Rescue me with a kiss.

Yellow leaves and silver trains, rain and silver trains, yellow leaves.

Two AM typewritten poems, hand-picked playlists, declarations of love beneath the streetlamp at the corner.

i imagine the truck making shipments of peaches stopping to deliver love letters, the postman delivering my death certificate to your door.

nothing important is quantifiable.

silence is the soundtrack to too many heartbreaks.

The memory of the sun turning circles around the earth.

(there is lightning) in the bones of the stars.

Contradictions, colliding.

Personal histories are always, approximately, incompletely false.

@LadyMadamAshley oh, so that's where it comes from.

@LadyMadamAshley Oh, and he told me not to write another draft for a couple weeks. Not happening, obviously.

@LadyMadamAshley Aww, thank you! It's from a story for Avila's class. It's kind of heartbreaking.

She was a landscape, always changing, subtly, he'd thought. And he was a still life, fruit slowly decaying on a piece of silk.

And the wind ripples the trees/ like slow, cold current,/ carrying the leaves, gently clinging,/ out to sea.

I don't belong to you.