dicedup:

_{ey ok so i know i’ve been gone for 6 months almost exactly but i wanna come back and if u ever loved me pls tell me what to do with kate & dylan <3}

dicedup:

_{ey ok so i know i’ve been gone for 6 months almost exactly but i wanna come back and if u ever loved me pls tell me what to do with kate & dylan <3}

_{CAN ANYONE SEE MY POSTS OR HAVE I SLIPPED INTO LITERAL HADES}

dicedup:

_{ey ok so i know i’ve been gone for 6 months almost exactly but i wanna come back and if u ever loved me pls tell me what to do with kate & dylan <3}

_{ey ok so i know i’ve been gone for 6 months almost exactly but i wanna come back and if u ever loved me pls tell me what to do with kate & dylan <3}

dicedup:

^{your  father  told  you    //    that  you  were  nothing  without  his  hands  on  your  skin    //    your  cancer  was  not  born  of  kindness    //    but  of  rage    &&    chemical  infusion    //    you  are  empty    //    your  flesh  creeps  across  your  bones    //    your  skin  is  made  of  spiderwebs    //    your  bones  of  burning  pyres    //    when  you  rose  from  the  ashes    //    they  did  not  see  blood  stained  fingerprints    //    they  mistook  the  spite  that  dwells  deep  within  for  fractured  innocence    //    but  you  are  more    //    you  are  lost    //    you  are  spite  incarnate    //    you  watch  your  poisoned  blood  as  it  pulses  through  your  wrists    //    greenish  blue    //    angry    &&    burning    //    hateful    &&    acidic    //    your  skin  is  made  from  spiderwebs    //    your  bones  of  burning  pyres    //    child    //    did  you  ever  really  rise  from  the  ashes    //    or  did  you    BECOME    THEM    ?            *    dicedup  //    ind oc.    written by spence.    poem : lord byron}

dicedup:

^{your  father  told  you    //    that  you  were  nothing  without  his  hands  on  your  skin    //    your  cancer  was  not  born  of  kindness    //    but  of  rage    &&    chemical  infusion    //    you  are  empty    //    your  flesh  creeps  across  your  bones    //    your  skin  is  made  of  spiderwebs    //    your  bones  of  burning  pyres    //    when  you  rose  from  the  ashes    //    they  did  not  see  blood  stained  fingerprints    //    they  mistook  the  spite  that  dwells  deep  within  for  fractured  innocence    //    but  you  are  more    //    you  are  lost    //    you  are  spite  incarnate    //    you  watch  your  poisoned  blood  as  it  pulses  through  your  wrists    //    greenish  blue    //    angry    &&    burning    //    hateful    &&    acidic    //    your  skin  is  made  from  spiderwebs    //    your  bones  of  burning  pyres    //    child    //    did  you  ever  really  rise  from  the  ashes    //    or  did  you    BECOME    THEM    ?            *    dicedup  //    ind oc.    written by spence.    poem : lord byron}