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So yes, Feel free to paint my scalp any color you choose. Massage color into my listless locks, and let the pigment seep through the tiny, pin needle cracks in my skull. I want to see the dye behind my eyes. I want to feel the kaleidoscope making my broken mind beautiful again. You are an artist, a concentration of stars, the gentle breath of a wayward nebula ambling through space and time. Stars are in your eyes, my love, and I wouldn't have you any other way. I am a hummingbird heart on a ripped up sleeve, a bumbling creature that brims with pretty words that are too big for her halfway heart mouth. As you preen and paint, darling, save me this. I don't care what you paint me as- another mistake, a prayer on trembling lips, or manic mumblings after midnight... Just christen my hair with your fingers when we're done. Run them through so that I can shake out stardust afterwards. Kiss me so I can taste honey on my breathe long after you've gone away. Love me like I'm a promise worth keeping.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
12:38 am [11-17-14]
So yes, Feel free to paint my scalp any color you choose. Massage color into my listless locks, and let the pigment seep through the tiny, pin needle cracks in my skull. I want to see the dye behind my eyes. I want to feel the kaleidoscope making my broken mind beautiful again. You are an artist, a concentration of stars, the gentle breath of a wayward nebula ambling through space and time. Stars are in your eyes, my love, and I wouldn't have you any other way. I am a hummingbird heart on a ripped up sleeve, a bumbling creature that brims with pretty words that are too big for her halfway heart mouth. As you preen and paint, darling, save me this. I don't care what you paint me as- another mistake, a prayer on trembling lips, or manic mumblings after midnight... Just christen my hair with your fingers when we're done. Run them through so that I can shake out stardust afterwards. Kiss me so I can taste honey on my breathe long after you've gone away. Love me like I'm a promise worth keeping.
wilhelmina
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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