pinkberries23
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
pinkberries23
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
hi how’s it going, i’m berry. welcome to my page, hope you like what you see ❤️ 17. 🇵🇸🍉
He is led in chains, bound at the wrists. They ache from the heavy iron, digging into his soft skin.
The guards at his back prod him with their weapons to urge him forward, and he hisses a pained breath through gritted teeth. They have not been gentle, no one here has been kind.
As they should, to a prisoner such as him. A monster, some have called him. One who would slaughter his family, his ...
“Do you remember that day we went to the park down by the old diner?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I was just… remembering.”
“Remembering what?”
“How pretty you looked in your dress, mostly.”
“Aw, Ry… You looked pretty nice in that shirt, too. It’s always nice to see you without all the sweaters and layers.”
“Didn’t I have a hoodie that day?”
“No, I don’t think so. It was hot, remember?”
“Hm. You’re righ...
hi
it’s me
do you remember?
you do, you must.
i have been gone awhile
and for that i sincerely apologize
i have been reconnecting with old friends
and i have had little time to write
or even the inspiration to think of something new
i am tired, and i am drained; i am sorry.
i very much hope you will forgive my absence, my friends
sincerely, berry ❤️...
“Hold on, hold on. Who the hell did you kill?” Angel asks, still doing as they said and grabbing a bag.
“Valentino.”
His hand slips off the dresser he’d been opening as every muscle in his body goes slack at once. He’s distantly aware of his knees going weak, and his legs slipping out from underneath him, but he swears he’s dreaming, they can’t be serious.
They catch him, eyes wide with alarm ...
it’s easy to get lost in the underworld
and i guess that’s where you were
fighting demons you couldn’t hide from
heard you jumped off a bridge, right?
did you see the tunnel? see the light?
break your legs? break your spirit?
i mourned you, wrote for you, hurt for you
and i’m not upset, just confused
if you felt you had nothing to lose
why didn’t you just choose
to stay anyway?...
(cw blood, gore. it’s tagged horror for a reason, babes.)
“Tick, tock, dearies!” Its laugh was high pitched and manic, the pocket watch it dangled in its hand rusted and broken, no longer displaying the proper time. “You’ve been very, very naughty, darlings, and Mumsie has prepared a proper punishment.”
The girls looked at each other, terrified of this… thing that masqueraded as their mother, bu...
He’s shouting at them, shouting so loudly they can’t bear the noise.
They clasp their hands over their ears, unable to stop the pained wince that stops him in his tracks.
His eyes shift from angered to pained, and he claps a hand over his mouth. Shaking his head, he darts out of the room looking like he’ll be sick.
They run after him, regret etched into the lines between their brows. They call ...
happy birthday to me, i guess
i’ve never celebrated, it doesn’t fit my parents faith, and maybe that’s why it feels so odd to have it recognized
8 days ago i turned 17 and it was terrifying
to know i will never be 16 again
to know i have one year left as a child
to know soon i will have no choice but to make my position on religion clear to my parents, or else live a lie until the day i die
i ...
(not a poem, but fuck it who cares. cw for mature/suggestive themes and language)
He’s so damn close to them, so close it almost hurts not to be touching him. Their head feels fuzzy, and they can’t tell if it’s the three drinks they’ve already had or his simple presence that’s making them this way.
“I know you want me, doll,” he whispers, and reaches out to trace the line of their jaw. They shu...