We'd be something;
We'd do something;
We'd have something,
If not everything,
They told us was shit.


The Collapse of the Shoreline. 1. WinterThe Collapse of the Shoreline. by ~AcidsLeftMyEye
She'd be the perfect girl if her skin didn't break so easily, all pretty lips and splintered legs and peachstone eyes. She might reach out and touch you, but her fingers bend and twist like she's made of cold winters and auburn leaves freezing and rotting under brittle snow.
She bought the idea of old age from a peddler and then let it settle, let it crack its gnarled joints beside the hearth-side of her heart and settle comfortably into her intercostal muscles. But when she presses up against him, her early visitor pounds feeble protestations against her fragile ribs.
He mistook this for butterflies and excitement