I’m so sorry. I love you all. I’m sorry I cause that ghost in your head to linger. But I can’t be sorry anymore, okay? I am my own ghost with her own demons to battle. That’s the best way to explain it right now. I’m going to try and be safe the best ways I can.
If you are a member of my family or someone associated with them, please do NOT read my tumblr. It’s a false connotation of what I am. It’s an image, like everything else I’m into. IMAGES of THINGS.
For the first time in my life the important and dominant people (that felt the need to stick around) are able to respect me and separate my personality from my illnesses, imperfections, and my past because they’ve got their own skeletons in their closets too. And with that comes super duper self empowerment. It’s nice to know some things can last forever. I’m tearing up over here for all the lovelys who constantly are forever unconditionally wishing me well. So if I ever come off as cocky or defensive, know this is the first time in more than 20 years that it’s possible for a creep like me to speak up and say what’s on her brain.
No more dreaming outloud, Bre. No more.
Then they’ll find your worst nightmares.
those mean boys;
they claim her an alley cat
she was the one with nine lives
and the nerve to be clever
This is Lilly/she’s a pikachu
she’s so pretty/she’s my lilly
don’t you forget, silly
I LOVE HER. SHUT UP ERRABUDDY.
It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy,
You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.
I play the keyboard in a band called The Internet
^Was the original post. He was sitting next to me as this posted from his queue and started hysterically laughing at himself. My best friend is a dope.
feeling things and validating them for everyone else
is the most difficult part of my human development
Riddle Tomb // Miss Astro Spook
I’ve been trying more experimental things lately and it’s super duper fun and inspiring in new ways.
I want to be the spookiest girl you’ve ever met
And I want you to adore me for it forever and always
I wanted nothing more than to be loved.
To be known and to be respected.
To be treated less like a monster—
—and more like a human.
//They call her smokey taboo
I got your name tattooed
High like a helium balloon
Midnight to noon
I’m a desert child
And mountains make me nauseous
I like to look up wild at an infinite sky
Twinkling with diamonds
It’s true I get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
Undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
Thinking of the night song of your hair
Premature as evening falls
It calls to me
Interrupted by the sirens in the street
Somedays you’re like an anchor on my heart
They say that stolen water tastes sweet
More like rotten milk and rancid meat to me
I prefers when it is free
Like looking at the stars
Don’t need no fancy cars
When we first
Our kisses sparked
Yeah I’m afraid of sharks
But not the dark//
i remember singing this softly to myself while you walked ahead of me that night and the sirens blared past us
and you didn’t look back to see just how much i really adored you
//And to those last 10 years
I’ve been howling a paper moon
Well fuck you.//
Scribbles on the Wall // Miss Astro Spook
Noooowwww we’re talking
I think I’m getting the hang of this
I can’t wait to make all kinds of shit~!