special child
rosie holt.
do not
assume
that i am a
child
because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals
shrivel
to reveal the
obsidian bones
of a
crown
underneath.
one of
his
.
navigation
— home
— message
— one
— two
— three
◜ ◦ * ◦ *
@morbidpath
*
liked
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i just
. . .
i just don’t
see
how
any
of this is gonna help
.
❜
08 Apr
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morbidpath
for jo maybe ?
if you'd rather something else ;
just shout :))
✧ * ⋆ i. writing : closed. ‹ i want to learn your stories. ›
✧ * ⋆ i. verse : main. ‹ you are not fragile ; seismic waves crash behind your eyes. ›
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