when the day rolls over us and our hearts no longer beat in tandem, will you remember my name? will we ever resemble what we once were, or is true love only meant for the ghosts of us

this is what peak femininity looks like

if I complain abt the kids practice marching too loud my rad counter starts ticking

bastard

and on the final day the weary goddess laid to rest, never to rise again. she only asked of her children to use her bones and flesh for our hearths and homes. if you chance a view from far enough away, you'll see life still flowing thru her veins, the city beating and breathing as it once did

dusk turns to dark, eyes flutter shut. the unceasing, familiar smile of an unrelenting and unfamiliar friend finally draws to a close