biasedentities

New bio coming soon and I’m so excited?? It’s so pretty —

denluros

i top this message board xD

denluros

@deadInc : *hugs bAck* I already messaged randomly on silver , so- xD
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biasedentities

@appIehead 
            
            -hugs you tight- oh you can message me here or on silver about plotting I'm logged in on both rn
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denluros

@deadInc : yuuuus 
            
            hug mE
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softestenergy

BABY WHERE ARE YOI

softestenergy

I do, i'll hit you up in on!
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biasedentities

@ofbadass 
            
            I miss you too, do you have kik? Message me your name
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softestenergy

I missed you
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biasedentities

this message may be offensive 
I have taken nighquill covered my body in vix, smeared my nose with the shit, have gotten dressed in my warmest pjs. ( tank top and grouch pants bc I'm a hoe and like my skin to show ( not really I just get hot, though I do like attention but I have a hoodie on in case) )  have my heated blanket on max and have my blackberry sage tea and my Christmas tree lit. I'm as sick as a dog and YET I still have my fan on it's highest setting...
          
          What the fuck is wrong with me?

biasedentities

she was blue like  —
no 
she was blue like 
no simile i could mouth into the air 
the sound of a fog i can’t decipher 
          she was blue like the number 6. 
the number 6 isn’t blue, and that’s exactly
what she was. 
          what this feels like, what this sounds like, 
what this smells and tastes and looks like
it looks like a blue i can’t describe, 
          like the words are lost 
and I’m out 
hunting without a flashlight searching in vain 
for some hue i’ve forgotten how to pronounce 
(i won’t recognise myself by the next stanza
but i’d know her blue anywhere
in any reality, in any universe, on any planet)
          she was blue like a fast-forward button
          she was blue like a right bracket, 
like a vertical ascension to the 
altar on the hill, 
she was blue like the seagull’s tipped wings
she was stuttering blue
heart-beat blue
wrist veins blue
frosted glass blue
shadow under the door blue
heel of your shoes blue
snake’s underbelly blue
storm cloud cardigan blue
          she was blue 
          and i was white paint
the colour of pale flesh, that spilled into her 
          we mixed without paint brushes
          i tinted her skin 
until the whole house was flooded
this yawned in light blue
and i was a fantasy floating in her skies.