TTwo hundred days of breathing, then the end.What was the sum of us.
Tho haven’t felt a warm embrace in miles.
The fathers who are walking through the fire,
The quiet, crushing dark behind the smiles,
his is the truth they keep off of the cards,
When you pull at my clothes and giggle, those jokes fall flat to me. I am constantly reminded of my growth—and your lack thereof. "It is just her," "She has grown cranky." "This is youth." ... You may name it however it makes you feel better. Stroke your own back.
Cradled is too generous a word for where it started. I arrived where love was measured by convenience, where affection could disappear for weeks without anyone wondering what it cost a child.
CHurrent project: “Okay” series -Pobbies: Crochet, Drawing, Writing - mostly fiction, tarot, astrology
Ien Name: Haelynn Rosewood
feel like I’m supposed to do a little introduction post (maybe as my first post but what exists before this is not my business), so here it is:
I( personally don’t like it when authors use the word “older” or “elder” when writing smut because now I’m just imagining a 50 yr old man with a 12 yr old girl (the genders can be swapped) like there are so many descriptive words you can use like hair colour,maybe) hot take: