My Favorite Dream (Buffy)
Inside the golden gashes of your car
Burn holes fill the char
In my heart
So dark and ready to be ripped apart.
When we laugh it seems
To me that we are meant to be
Sometimes,
Sometimes.
Bottle blonde hair
A purple elephant instead of a bear
You are my fucking favorite,
I swear,
I swear.
Evergreen trees,
Bring me back, right there,
With those bright denim shorts,
When we could just sit and smoke
without a fucking care.
Music blares from your broken phone
I’ve never felt less alone,
On that back porch of yours
with that filthy ribbon in your hair,
Pink petals and your mouth
What a perfect pair
Like those eyes of yours so green,
Like the beautiful sheen of the shadow you used to wear.
I felt like I didn’t know what was up or down
All I knew was that I was a fucking clown
For still loving you.
I knew what i needed
That girl, my heart,
I remember how it beat, that feeling, so heated
I felt a rush
like I had just cheated.
Hair like london fog
Oh god,
I wanna be your fucking dog
There is nothing I would not do, or wouldn’t, or will,
All the cars I’d crash and the men i’d bash,
Wouldn’t mean a fucking thing, without that cash
That i could blow on you
Drape you in deep blue
Keep you here with me, until you see,
That I dreamted about those purple walls and thought fuck it,
I made it.
~original work by @monotoneangel
The Princess Finds Horns on her Head.
European Folk & Fairy Tales
Joseph Jacobs
New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons, 1916.
Anonymous asked:
mira4-deactivated20150320 answered:
Why so you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?
The children we once were, she thought, live inside us like rings on a tree.
— Simon Van Booy, from “The Muse,” Tales of Accidental Genius: Stories (Harper Perennial, 2015)











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