Absence.Molly stands, rigid appearance contrasting with such a warm name, cold fingers drumming against the half-empty bottle resting near. She gazes intensely, awaiting the one whose things had been tossed outside, almost enthused. In the dark of the room, numbers fill her head as she calculates the possible prices of jewelry now useless to her, forming wasted compensation. Lifting her hand, she rests it on the door handle as he approaches, his shuffling pausing before quickening. Weight against the door, he protests when it doesn't open. She simply states, as her father had long ago, “I changed my mind.” There's a long silence, seeminglyAbsence.
still.one. -still.
her name is alice. there is a slight blood stain on the valley where her lips part, and her eyes are two supermassive black stars that can't show anything but hurt. she can't bring herself to look in the broken mirror puddles that are all over the ground.
(and i don't blame her)
two.
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she borrows her mother's raincoat because it smells like home. not the homes that are flooded with laundry soap or soft candles burning in the family room, but more like the paint she spilled on
alice and co
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Violence isn't answer, it can also be an argument, question or comment.
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"Next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face."
-Captain Mal (Firefly)
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~One by one penguins steal my sanity~
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Everyone left you
They're all out without you havin' fun
Green Day and Chelsea FC for life
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