

cricket.this is a story about a girl named cricket:cricket.
her arms are the kind that rival the moon, that paint pale streaks in the summer grass, that sing of track-mark tragedies and tart black ink. beneath her fingernails
is red and black, blood and dirt -
"you are not pretty, cricket."
there is stinging in her eyes and her lungs are caving in, and there go her legs,
buckling in, falling down - but she is w
Waters and sky
How have you been?
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゜・。☆||~>[Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.]<~||☆。・゜
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"To me, Nerd means "Not even remotely dorky", which means it's a compliment so thank you"
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~Sleep-Flower
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