Courtney Lindgren. Formally lavendarandlithium. Mwah, lovelies.
It’s not the shadows that we fear, it’s what is in the shadows.
It’s been so long since my pen has touched paper,
my brush has touched canvas, and your hand has touched my skin. I feel like the paint in my art box, cracked and forgotten, left to dry and fade.
Dad: Don't put the new knives in the dishwasher, okay?
Dad: Because you'll blunt them
Brother: Oh, did you hear that laddie, he said we'll blunt the knives!
Me: BLUNT THE KNIVES, BEND THE FORKS
Brother: SMASH THE BOTTLES AND BURN THE CORKS
Dad: ... no
i automatically classify anything over $5 as expensive
A pawn, a rook, a polished night
onyx against the alabaster wood and stone, would she alone move kingdoms if you asked her Thursday with a hammer Friday with a sigh and curve of hip and lesser men have lain down arms for less from looser lips Broken on the bedroom boards fine china, dawn, promises, hearts A maddened mind’s mosaic fashions absence into art and fills the empty spaces in with ether, air and light then leaves the sad to do their dying silent, shamed and out of sight
she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
she’s cheer captain and I respect her right to wear whatever she wants and participate in traditionally ‘feminine’ activities because I understand that life is not about condemning another woman’s personal choices just because she doesn’t ‘deserve’ the boy i have a crush on
if you sang this back to taylor swift i think her skin would sizzle
i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade
I think that I can literally feel myself disappearing into the couch and sinking deeper into invisibility..