we spent all night picking up the shattered diamonds of our broken crystal castle and wrote each other love notes about lipstick kisses and adventures in tree houses and blanket forts

i imagine lipstick prints on your cigarettes and your lungs full of soot.

i want to have dark hair and sharp eyebrows and red lipstick and be a sexy ganga mama, but i'm forever cursed to be cute and a clown.

princess laue, forest person