ElementalFae

"What's your rank, whore?" "My rank?      I am your queen, your priestess, your temple, your goddess.              Down on your knees man,              you cannot talk to me like that.                        even if i am a whore."

drown down there, so far down in the ever-dry       well. how did you fall so far? you were in the sky. once down and up again to see the light, but it is blinding.       stops the process you began in the dark you'll bring with you, finding: there is nothing you can do; they're all the same.        May. that month binding them but you can't see! who's to blame? swinging bats and "creak!" the bird winding the spring of then and now and forever.         TIME means nothing here. past is present is future, all at once together. spot of darkness you are him and he is you; both healers       mentality of surre

     . . . and you have no idea how much I want this . . . because fuck it all, I love you. Didn’t mean to fall for you, know I can’t have you. But still. And just once, just once, I wish we could have this . . . had a dream about you the other night. I finally had enough courage to kiss you. Sure, we’ve kissed before, but usually it’s you who starts it . . . but the rest of the night, I tried to find my way back into that dream, because I wanted to kiss you again, like that. I wish I could tell you. Wish I knew that you would take me, but we’ve had that discussion before, haven’t we? What’s the point if any

Something was beeping incessantly, loudly, annoyingly. Pulling herself into wakefulness, she reached out and hit the snooze button on her alarm. Sighing tiredly, she raised her head to check the time, even though she already knew what time it was, or at least, what time it  should be. The clock read 7:30, which seemed right to her groggy mind. Sitting up, she flicked on her lamp and turned her alarm fully off. It was much to early for any sane person to be awake on a Saturday morning, yet she was, and with a good enough reason too.     Today was the day. Today she had to leave this room, this home, this town. She had to leave it all behind

If I could spread affection far across the world with the blow of a dandelion, I would. I would so love to watch the white puffs float to meet their destination. I want to see more eyes, lighting up like fireflies; finding their way home.