March 2011
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we are all looking for some piece of the sky everyone wanting to be wanted by another piece, sometimes the same, sometimes different.
because maybe… it’s the right fit. it’s infatuation.
and if not, at least we tried, and let ourselves fall into another’s universe.
although now we’re singing a different tune a mating-call to the other broken, shattered, scatted,...
wordsandfeathers:
please.
please.
please.
please.
please.
please.
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every argument manifests itself into a violent, searing hole ripping right through my throat.
you’re killing me slowly and then twisting the blade with just words, in every argument.
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“i meant to go to sleep an hour ago.” as usual.
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the switch goes off and the wires cut off pieces of you and some pieces of me, too.
so now we’re just taking up space in a place that nobody really belongs.
we’re garbage, loose wiring and nails pieces that don’t belong.
dose one and why?: do you know how many times i’ve thought about writing about the paper i’m writing on?
Apt. A (1) by cLOUDDEAD is the most orgasmic thing i’ve ever heard, is that weird?
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i need something familiar something that i can sleep with at night wrapped around and between my legs and kissing my eyelashes.
i just need to feel wanted… everyone just wants that one thing.
professordazzle replied to your photo: smiley.
NICE TEEF
SHANKS LOVEY
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how could you.
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deactivated that facebook of mine yet again.
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the only way to be pure is to stay by yourself.
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everything means more to me than it should.
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have you ever thought that life wasn’t real?
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when it’s good, it’ll feel like it should.
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go home and take a shower, sit on the floor of the shower, and wait until you run out of hot water.
fast blood.
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you are a shell of a person.
February 2011
7.9 days of music and it’s still not enough.
currently: the satanic satanist - portugal. the... →
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trigger/force
i’ll meet you out on the blue sands tonight we’ll sprawl our bodies across blankets safe and sound in the surf’s spray
pure, white shutters have been flung old ghosts fly through empty houses, side by side there were red eyes and yellow skies and we shedded another laugh more broken skins like flies
you know that empty shell you get in a poets’ bedroom?
i miss the blue...
itsthevinsterman replied to your post:itsthevinsterman replied to your post:is it weird…
oh okay. because that now makes it not weird
SHHHH
i just did that thing where you pull your lips out and it makes you aware of your skull… holy shit
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itsthevinsterman replied to your post:is it weird that my dirty old sneakers smell like…
no, but it is weird that you smell your dirty old sneakers
they were right near my face ‘cause i was lying on my carpet :P
cass-idy:
He says he likes it straight, so I’ll wear my hair in curls
(:
abrokensomething:
i wish we could have loved each other at the same time.
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i like it when my cat crosses his paws and stares at me while i write.
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i’m so passive-aggressive.
is it weird that my dirty old sneakers smell like and remind me of summer?
xburninfinitex:
i’ll see you when we’re both not...
someone should send me acoustic songs with good guitar solos.
?
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IT IS SO NICE OUTSIDE.
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not-sense, nonsense.
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i can feel the crust around my eyelashes in the morning. i grab them between my fingers and pull, removing last night’s make up along with the sleep in my eyes.
it is another overcast day, 50 degrees with a slight chance of rain.
