This is what the Mayans predicted. Not an asteroid or a solar flare, but the end of what we are. We no longer cherish life, or other people, the earth, animals, the resources. War, Genocide, Abuse, senseless mass murder, animal cruelty, gluttony, greed, waste and lust. Look around you, the end of the world is already here.
my dog stopped biting me for fifteen seconds to lick the scars up my arm, then she looked at me, with the look of a child when they think a card they made for you will suddenly fix everything that could ever be wrong with you. With eyes full of triumph and a slight drizzle of fear. When she was done she continued gnawing on my arm while I cried a little bit
Before I slept with you, my bed was my sanctuary at the end of the day, now in that same place, I long for your arms to keep me safe. Before I slept with you, my blanket was my shelter, and underneath it, i’m wishing to hear your soft, deep breaths. Before I slept with you, my pillow was my haven and bunched up in my arms, I pretend that it’s your chest;