Pinned Tweet
⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀I⠀DON’T⠀SCREAM,⠀THOUGH
⠀ ⠀ ⠀I⠀ ⠀KNOW⠀ ⠀IT’S⠀ ⠀WRONG .
⠀ ⠀ ⠀I ⠀ JUST ⠀ PLAY ⠀ ALONG . . .
⠀ xitter.cf/i/events/1447366927354…
ILSE. retweeted
heavy wind, cold rain, & yes the stars, & yes these hands of mine. a dream in my chest is molting. my dream sheds its muddy, thunder—stained skin & asks for a heart of peony fields this time.
⠀
⠀ “you’re going to do all that and still have time after?” she can’t even imagine. one simple task can take her a whole day. “don’t you get /tired/?”
⠀
⠀
⠀ she has to think for a moment, a long moment. then, she shrugs.
⠀
⠀ “not sure. maybe i’ll go out. haven’t thought that far ahead. you?”
⠀
ILSE. retweeted
sick, sickened, i'm sickening, i'm stricken by the fist. blessed are the fires that have burned me.
ILSE. retweeted
to be born into girlhood is to be born neck deep into violence. don't tell me i have to live a life drowning in it and never holding it.









