Bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls: Before The Trunk, Light; After It, Dark. Before The Trunk, Hope; After It, Emptiness. Before The Trunk, Joy; After It, Pain. Before The Trunk, Autonomy; After It, Property. It’s Like A Cocoon That Turns Butterflies Back
bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls: She no longer needs her words; everything she has to say can be best expressed through her eloquent trembling. My sweet little nothing, the girl whose truest poetry can only be written in the jagged meter of a thrill down
