The Bird Girl and the Owlishl waif
The screams all sounded the same, they were the disdain of her against the world, the longing her longing
Artist, Writer, Witch
Artist, Writer, Witch
The screams all sounded the same, they were the disdain of her against the world, the longing her longing
He wore a wig of solitude and walked away and an angel whispered, “it’s a beautiful kind of pain”
Therein lie the echoes the echoes of what once was, what used to be good and fair and kind
There she stands she- the girl no one seems to want to love, there there she is there she stands
Love is chaos like this swirling of emotions chaotic like I love you and hate you and love you and
All they seem to see these days are tetas (boobs) all they seem to see is what they fancy to
We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life In some place within us, there’s
Broke up with Brooklyn Our relationship was not going well you see I Prefer to be with those who
What does June Cleaver do when she gets a divorce? For whom does she bake cakes