

Heart IllnessHeart IllnessHeart Illness
Blurry. Weak knees, Can’t think straight. Can’t think at all. Stomach feels funny, Heart is pounding. “Is it love?” I ask you, “Or merely the flu?”


CathedralCathedralCathedral
Aging serenely, ignoring her crumbling stones, her mason’s dust lies
beneath her floor. She waits as silence waits: Enduring. She is filled with a thousand peasants’ prayers and emptied with the age of reason. Her name was Sanctuary but her way is lost. She is patient And time is her end.
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I haven't seen this world before...
But I'm excused I'm a butterfly.
Love me, love me on the leaves before we say goodbye
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Procrastination is like masturbation; It's a lot of fun until you realize you're fucking yourself.
I am watching Sixteen Candles. Oh, Brat Pack, how I love thee!
~Kat
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