dream

"I think I met myself in a dream today. I was holding a razor blade to my palm and cutting off the wings of butterflies that I then stuck into the weeping wounds on my wrists. The bodies of the poor monarchs still fluttered, though. The bodies still fluttered.

When I woke up, my mouth was full of blood and my lungs were deprived of air. I think I coughed for about fifteen minutes before my sister walked in on me and asked what the matter was. I couldn't do anything but sit there shaking with my knees to my chest and say, "oh, god, I'm horrible--oh, god--" as blood ran down my chin. My sister put a folded up tissue inside my mouth to rid it of the taste of saltiness and she said it would help keep the secrets in. I said to take it out. I don't want my own secrets, anyway."

 

GOD I have no new photos lately so I'm stuck editing old ones and yeh this is one I've always sort of liked from August but always been mad at myself for not expanding but yeah I like it. Also, I hate to be this person bUT IT LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER IN LARGE

Done