| she_was_wincing_like_something_brittle | ||
| ani | trying hard to bend | 041130 |
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| suicidalchinadoll |
when brittle things dry up and the aching stretch of cracked hands supported by dusty bones blown over by a light wind wincing, as face drawn tight over jawbone, ages |
041201 |
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| unhinged |
don't_touch_me touch_aversion |
041202 |
| ... | ||
| mourninglight |
like something brittle stretching over a distance of miles the distance of miles running from eye to eye. your eye to my eye *insert wince here* |
041202 |
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| Piso Mojado | but sometimes pain is necessary. | 041217 |