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Rosalia Vanderbilt commented on the post, overt 2 months, 1 week ago
She is like the sun, blinding and obvious and you cannot see anything but her. Stop staring. You’re only making a fool of yourself. Everyone can see you sitting in the corner with your craters, trying to hide that dark side of your soul that no one will ever love. Stop trying, because you will never be her.
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Rosalia Vanderbilt commented on the post, splash 1 year, 1 month ago
Wish I could be. That way they get when it’s nice outside and there’s a little too much smoke in the oven. You bat at it with your gnome fingers and watch as he flies into the pot. Frogs don’t make splashes […]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt commented on the post, catcher 1 year, 1 month ago
In the rye we reside, with seeds for eyeballs and a small child roiling behind them. Don’t look at me that way, I don’t need to see your stare, your vicious, evil look. Pretend. Just pretend. (For me).
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Rosalia Vanderbilt commented on the post, lift 1 year, 2 months ago
You hate the way I look when you cradle me in your arms. Is it because I smile like you are my world? I know it makes you guilty, later, when you lift the veil away and you are the only thing standing between […]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt commented on the post, medical 1 year, 3 months ago
There’s something clinical in the air. Don’t you see? It’s sharp and cloying, with that scent that makes you think of rolling eyes and gnarled, reaching hands. I’ve always wanted to get away, to escape the […]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word liberty 1 year, 4 months ago
She climbs to the top of the mountain and she can feel the violence in her hair. There’s you and there’s me and there’s this freedom that we would kill for. How do you know you’ll live past this hour of brokenness? I don’, I say. Don’t touch me, don’t hate me. Just be the [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word bellow 1 year, 4 months ago
Don’t scream at me, don’t fight or hate or any of those things. I’ve always loved you, and you threw it all away. Please don’t be mad, I only wanted to see those tears of mirth drip from your granite cheeks. I only wanted to see you be so happy that it hurt. So thank [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word dozen 1 year, 4 months ago
I’ve found that there are only a few, a chance handful, that I would take with me and never look back. It’s those few that pad the walls of your heart, that make you feel like God know what he’s doing when he throws you to the wolves. Just a handful, to love and to [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word thorns 1 year, 4 months ago
They drip from you like blood, and you fight with them. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t hide from me, because I can save you. I can cup your beauty in the palm of my hand, and I can hold you until it doesn’t hurt so much just to live. This tangled web [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word estate 1 year, 4 months ago
It’s this big, bright beautiful thing, staring at you from the end of the tunnel. You can see the grounds and the flag and all those statements that mean, ‘this is mine’. You’ve always wanted something to be yours, but you have too many stars in your eyes, too much violence in the way your [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word clamp 1 year, 5 months ago
I’m pretty and used and you know that you’re the only one who can make me who I ought to be. So horribly lovely, in that way that only faeries can be. Why did you give me wings? I wanted to stay in my chains, to remain grounded in this land of glacial beauty and [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word fireplace 1 year, 5 months ago
It’s glowing and light and I can see my face in the burn. I stand there and it’s like kismet, this hot, aching place inside of me that yearns for just a look, just a brush of warm fingers over goose-pimpled skin. Be that person, don’t be him. Run away from that look, those bared [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word thunder 1 year, 5 months ago
It cracks and screams and dies like me on that day in june. Have you ever looked at the sky, and wondered why? I have. I have every single day since I was thrown to my knees, my eyes cracked and my heart thrown before those broken irises. I’ve seen the world from above, and [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word panorama 1 year, 5 months ago
She knew as soon as she saw it that it was the end of her life. Skies and broken bits of life and everything about the view was just so panoramic that it made her cry like it was heaven. She wondered what would happen, then. Would she fall? Cry? Scream like she was dying? [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word blemish 1 year, 5 months ago
And it was proven that this spot, this perfect horrid little thing, would mean certain death. It was like a blight on her loveliness, sitting there insolently, bleeding into every facet of her crystal-shaved life. She shone and sparkled and riled and roared, and there it was, hatefully beautiful; a twinkle in its eye.
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word princess 1 year, 5 months ago
She’s bright and beautiful and filled with pain. Look in her eyes, and you’ll see how she used to smile at her Daddy, climb on his lap. He’d love her forever, until the snow came and she wasn’t that little moon girl anymore. Daddy’s little angel. Princess. I guess that’s what she forfeited, when she [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word view 1 year, 5 months ago
It’s like seeing the sun for the first time. Looking past all that fog and hideous gray spray to see what you should have been looking at the entire time. For some people it’s a face. Many see God. Others see an idea, a wish. Me? I don’t see anything.
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word obey 1 year, 5 months ago
I don’t like the way you look at me; your eyes are fire and I can feel your fingers clod on my back. You pretend we love, that we thrive; but I can see what you see. The depth, the fear, that frightful posterity that you can’t bear to relinquish. GIve it up, let me [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word stunning 1 year, 6 months ago
She’s so lovely with that hair on clouds that you just have to turn away. There’s something about the way she practically steams as she moves; maybe it’s the fire in her heart. You’re great lovers, you too, like heat and hate; sinking and twining and dying to have one another because there’s nothing you’ve [...]
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Rosalia Vanderbilt wrote about the word rules 1 year, 6 months ago
You and your frozen heart. Those little tears that dribble, so quietly that I can almost pretend they aren’t there. Don’t kiss me, don’t touch me with those lips made of ice and that heart of verdant fire. You don’t define me, not anymore. Take your rules and your love and r perfection and throw [...]
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