Saturday, July 20

Wild and Pretty Things

We are the small town girls, ripe for the picking.
Skinned knees, tiny fists hammering at 3 in the morning.

We need a fix for loneliness!
"He will do very well I suppose"

"He doesn't love me".

"Use him as poultice". 
These bogus medications kept us going for so long.


"I've never felt so alive until he broke my heart".

For my beautiful misfits <3 

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