new ink lol

i’m lonely and
i don’t know how to make
it sound like poetry

it’s just that i used to fall into friendships.
it’s just that most days i want to fall into
my bed or
my grave
and these bones are too
fragile for show and tell
and i’m like muesli with worse mental health and i don’t want anyone to
look at me except that i want everyone
to look at me and i don’t know what to say i don’t know what to
say i don’t know what to say to
anyone anyway and last year
my best friend
moved 413.4 miles away.
—  L.H
My body exists
where he has not touched it.
It is not smoke and vapour,
it is flesh and bone.
My body is not diminished
by his ridicule.
How fuckable I am or am not to him
cannot stop
this sturdy heart from pumping blood
though my steadfast veins
my breaths do not falter
when he says he doesn’t love me.
—  L.H

See the big gold chain that I’m rockin’
I got the ring for the bling, not a problem
I got a stash full of cash that I owe to my brother
All up in the club, just to live it up (x)

Here’s a sliver of a thing I’m working on.  :D

I want you to stop kissing me like
it’s an obligation, and for once
could you
not be the first to pull away.
—  kiss me like the world is burning // L.H
What If Chapter 3 Started This Way? XD

Henry: Boris?

Boris: *thinking, standing completely still*

Alice: You’re not going to leave him confused, are you?

Boris: Alice? What are you—?

Bendy: Ah c'mon, old pal. Don’t listen to her. She’s just trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I’m gonna lead you down the path that rocks~

Alice: *sighs* Come off it.
Bendy: You come off it~
Alice: You.
Bendy: You~
Alice: You!
Bendy: You infinity~
Alice: ! *grumbles*

Boris: Um…guys?

Bendy: Listen here, big fella, I got three good reasons why Henry should be done away with. Number one, look at Alice. She’s got that sissy stringy music thing~

Alice: We’ve been through this, it is a harp, and you know it!

Bendy: Heh, alright. That’s a harp…and that’s a dress~

Alice: ROBE!

Bendy: Reason number two, look what I can do~ *stands on his hands*

Boris: But…what does that have to do with…?

Alice: Mmm…no no, he’s got a point.

Boris: OK, listen guys…you’re really starting to confuse me so…begone! Or y'know…however I get rid of you both.

Bendy: Eh, that’ll work~

*both he and Alice poof away*

(Henry would be so lost with why Boris is mumbling to himself. This was just a dumb idea that was bouncing around in my brain that I had to write down. X"3 So here you go.)

Anyone else really like these guys? Just me?

Anyways I’m excited for this guest episode 👌✨

true foxes

five elusive animals step out into the night
skulking under the three quarter full moon 
four humans, joined at the hand in pairs
one fox
limbs frozen in a movement
where human and animal connect
before all sprint into the night

catching a fox is not a task
for slightly drunk teenagers
they skip across the grass
stumble through the neighbourhood
breath coming in short bursts
until the fox disappears

another figure is illuminated by the streetlight’s golden glow
a half man half fox hybrid
fangs glistening in the light
eyes latching onto the teenagers’
hungry for flesh and blood
the chased becomes the chaser
footsteps pound the pavement
adrenaline rushing in the blood
looking back looking forward

tails between legs, they head for home
to intertwine thoughts and bodies
on couches and floors
this is a story about four friends and a fox
or four foxes and a friend
connections made at 1am
between those who run
and those who don’t

one, the same salt that fills the ocean runs through your veins, two, the freckles on your back remind me of constellations when i trace them with my fingers, three, you are full of sunlight and it shines from every crack in your skin, four, the pace of my arrhythmic heart quickens and jumps when you’re near, five, you swallow planets like they’re marbles, six, i am alive i am alive i am alive, seven, every day without you feels like open heart surgery with no anaesthetic, eight, you taste like gunpowder and gasoline, nine, galaxies are birthed in the spaces between your ribs, ten, we’re a hopeless tangle of skin and fragile hearts, eleven, the gods never stood a chance against the two of us, twelve, i don’t give a damn about love, thirteen, each scar on my body is a place you once touched.
—  thirteen texts i should never have sent | m.c.p