I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.
{ Indie & Selective Lydia Martin }
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how to fail miserably at not falling in love with your best friend: a novel by allison argent
DO NOT TAKE HER;
take my mother, my father,
the postman and the butcher.
take me, take all of me, the
empty parts, the broken parts,
the hopeless parts, the terrible
and the complex, and the misunderstood.
take me, but not her.
do not take her, my dear friend,
for she is not of our kind,
her blood is the tears of the stars,
her laugh both forgetful and
wonderful.
which is the best kind,
If you ask me.
sorrow, do not kiss her on the forehead,
as you did, me.
guilt, do not wake her up
to twisted sheets and silent screams.
misery, do not idle there,
out of the corner of her eye.
take me, I beg, I scream,
I plead.
take me.
the pack go to the beach because in the summer that’s what teenagers do??? and Scott takes his camera and takes pictures of everything (except I cba to draw that much stuff haha I have exams instead)