horreurscopes:

horreurscopes:

on the other hand i can bullshit the ATWS (aesthetic tumblr writing style) so easily because i spent years stuck in that phase thinking my writing was the shit lmaoo i am weirdly fond of it it’s my tacky ass roots…. literally send me any phrase and i’ll rewrite it

i.

aviation says:

this is what i know: you were swindled into wings too-small long ago, strange and unfitting like a scratchy sweater from your childhood that you have outgrown, and your wings aren’t the size that they should be.

your delicate silk stained glass wings are facetious, they cannot push all your sinuous curves off the ground where you’re stuck on your premature grave.

your wings are too small.

ii.

aviation blows early cigarette smoke on your face, hot and burning and scorching, and says; “baby, there is no way you will ever fly.”

this is law.

iii.

you’re soaring, flying, rushing through the blinking constellations and you don’t know how it happened but you can’t stop, you’re too high to care what humans think is possible.

iv.

you’re a bee. you were born for this.