23.04.23, or the abyss opens up

[anabypixies]

I'm the softer, softest type of girl with a bitterness out of this world
graciously kept under pink cake frosting
spoiled milk on your fridge with a flickering light
close the door again. you can't afford it right now
(I can't afford it ever)
and I fear both the remainness and the change with the outrage of an army -
I'm so loud inside my dreams.