Hi I’m ez and I like making shitty memes
january is weary, i think. january is tried of people etching their promises onto her skin and then breaking them while she is still new because everything looks beautiful under the glow of fireworks. january is the patron saint of heartbreaks, watching pretty girls kiss on rooftops and pretty boys kiss beneath mistletoe that december was supposed to do away with a season ago. she watches them bleed out on her skin. she says nothing.
january is indistinct sometimes, the outlines of her figure blurred as if cut from the new snow that is already melting away. it doesn’t snow much at the beginning of the year. january kisses girls and smokes cigarettes where her siblings can’t see, maybe not quite in that order. she holds her breath, exhales, and pretends that the only thing leaving her body is nicotine.
