There are storms raging within me.
My grandmother once told me
that rainbows come after the storm.
Well, the flood has come and gone,
the vultures have died.
Flowers no longer sprout from the earth.
Only earth sprouts from the earth.
We grab handfuls to ward off starvation.
I’d paint my walls with it.
Some days they’d look like flowers
blooming beneath Winter skies
when the snow’s stopped falling
for a little while to let us breathe.
Other days, they’d be paint water
spilt on the floor and we’d lie arms
outstretched over them, staring at
the ceiling, soaking up…
I have never been one to write letters that begin with dear
I have never been one to write letters at all, actually
I have never been one to say hello or smile that much
because I hate my voice and how my mouth curls
so crudely into something more of a grimace.
For me the past isn’t a series…
Tonight, she brushes her teeth
with the razor
washes her mouth with perfume
applies the red with her left
hand, powders her nose with
Tonight, she isn’t just pretty.
IT’S ALWAYS TEA TIME!
Guys, look. They finally made a baby stroller for wheelchair-bound mothers. This is so important.
I honestly don’t like Gruvia. It might be cute, yeah, but that’s in the shippers’ minds. It doesn’t happen in FT for real. What happens in FT is just Juvia fangirling over Gray, who ignores her. And yeah, she might love him. But can’t others try to think of his feelings too? Besides, her stalkerish behaviour is kind of creepy. She WASHES her INTIMATE parts with a Gray doll thing! Gruvia overall ruins both Gray and Juvia’s characters, in my opinion.