look, girls like us are magnets for ruin. see the sky collapse on us each morning. see the light leave our bodies as we remember we aren’t beautiful. don’t you know? girls like us look prettiest in pieces.
here, here are the hands: look how still they are, look how simple (ignore the trembling) (ignore the bloody knuckles)
here, here is the mouth: that’s right, stitch it shut (doesn’t matter if it hurts) (doesn’t matter if there are things you want to say)
look, girls like us are ¾ disaster. see how we bleed and bruise and burn. see what a pretty sound it makes.
— unnatural disaster || s.o.