February 2012
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Why did the school slut just start following my instagram
what could I possibly have to offer her sexual ways
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whistles underwater snap a breath, bated a bird, billowing caught between the foamy concrete and the surface falling upwards the sound comes in bubbles
whistles underwater sound like rustling under thistles under blonde hair that could even be mine if i wasn’t so fiery at the time
whistling bluebird coo-cooing cocooning in a place they could never survive
it was the sound of innocence...
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i think she thinks with air dangling one foot in the pool staring up at a stranger the small talk looks fancy
she smiles the blue room fits with her blonde hair not turning green pale skin not marked with charcoal
she reminds me of helium hot balloons filled with people lion king eyes she’s poetry, she’s posing not an inch of knowing
i envy her only for two seconds
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I wish that they finished this song. It was never...
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"a sea-nymph on acid scaling a wall in the...
i’m eating your birthday present
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the extent of her blind ennui utterly confounds me not really, not completely…
she’s me two years half a heart ago
January 2012
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me write pretty one day
How quickly can you write something beautiful? I ask myself every day, every breath tries to give way to an expansion of the last, rustling trees through my ears remind me of all that is fleeting. I want to remain forever, two sticks in the mud, maybe sinking, hopefully floating. I’m a bubble, or inside of one, either is more beautiful than the last. My legs go back to breathing. The field...
from The World Encyclopedia of Ideophones
farawaybirthday:
humdrum — (English) dull, monotonous
A top spinning on the edge of a table; sibilant; a waterwheel; when the mill burned down the silence outside became colder, the field surrounding it darker, the stillness groping to receive again the heart’s murmur; beginning with lovesickness, the kind leading to restlessness, resulting in ennui; the fig and peach pickers in summer no...
Work should be cancelled when it’s 60 in January.
IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY
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“We’re all curious about what might hurt us.”
– Federico García Lorca
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i go downstairs to obtain grapes
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mother: never gonna happen!
brother: well at the very least we’ll have monday off
mother: michael, not everyone cares about the superbowl
brother: okay but one day in the future
mother: never gonna happen.
brother: it will.
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i think he actually thinks people care enough about sports to give us an extra day off of school
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“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...”
– Voltaire
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tthighs asked: You have a lovely blog
i changed my theme because i accidentally lost my old one
but now i like this one more
yay, life
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hello-shinya:
Vanitas- Dir en grey
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“If they don’t need you, it’s okay, you do not live for other people.”
– Kyo
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lameveins:
Weatherbox Two Seductresses
He found...
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professordazzle:
Still a make out slut.
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