I Am Not Your Daughter

still overreacting. guys. I feel so bad rn. D:

oh no ! my hand slipped ! mb guys

If you tell fictionfolk to stop complaining about how fandom portrays them i'm legally entitled to throw rocks at your head at devastating speeds.

A Coward's Guide To Being Brave

Bravery

A seven-letter word

And here’s a guide

Of seven parts

To teach us all

How to be brave

One

Fake it till you make it

Keep smiling till it’s real

Keep talking till you find

It’s getting easier

Two,

Give second chances

To those that you know

Compassion can change

And learn when

A second chance

Will only hurt you

Three,

Be honest

If only with yourself

About how you feel and

How you don’t

Discover what your passions are

And relearn yourself again

Four,

Keep both feet on the ground

You’re not meant

To be walked over

Or to keep falling down

Until your knees are bruised

Five

You are a work of art

Treat yourself like

You are holy and

You are in control

Even if you’re hurting and you’re bleeding

Your scars inside and out

Make you a canvas of the human life

Six,

Remind yourself you are worthy

You are cared for

And your experiences cannot

Define you forever

Because it’ll hurt

And forever is a long time

For you to forget

You are worthy

Seven,

Remember you’re not a coward

When it’s hard and you

Can’t remember what it’s like

For the sun to shine and the rain

To give you a break

Even when it’s hard to recall

When you loved yourself

And you just keep faking it

But you feel you

Will never make it

You are not a coward.

Bravery

A seven-letter word

And here’s a guide

Of seven parts

To teach us all

How to be brave.

-A coward

Sleep

Now I lay me down to sleep

But Gods, don’t keep my soul

For the broken thing has no more fight-

No hope remains with me.

So let me lay myself to sleep-

To shut my eyes and miss the dawn.

Let me rest here till I am missed

And then after, with the earth.

I’d much rather go to sleep

And not wake to see the sun

Than to stay awake and see me fail

Yet again, yet again, yet again.

YES?? Please and thank you?? Some completely normal attacking mutuals I appreciate the thought and would enjoy

Y’all ever just want to play wrestle someone and it not get sexual? Like, I just want to throw and be thrown, and then we lay there, winded and laughing, side by side, too tired to get up, just having a good and wholesome time. Doesn’t that sound fun? Why must everyone try to make it weird?

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

it's certainly a goth....

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