Chocolate and ToastHere's to another night here, Back against the cold railing of my daybed. I used to not have to prove my absence of fear, But these days astray my heart's been led.Chocolate and Toast
Here's to being trapped in a prism of glass, Surely for a few more days, weeks at most. This salty puddle is collecting teardrops fast, As I try to fill the emptiness with chocolate and toast.
Here's to the hours I spend translucent and afraid, With my face in my hands aching and wishing, That I could have back all the people I have mislaid, Ask, to whom it would concern if I suddenly went missing? &nb
Summer BlitzShe dances around the ticklish fire, Embers licking the curve of her back. Feet painted in soot, refusing to tire, Love performs its esoteric attack.Summer Blitz
Apathyits time to awake. a blanket of cold-as-stone apathy covers my skin under the noncompliant dawn as it breaks i'm suffocating in the threshold of a promising day of nothing.Apathy
its quiet in the nut house. for a change thoughts here in my bed -usually overdosed in senselessness- have been injected with morphine- numbed and blank-headed.
today's another day of wanted acquisitions. common sense, steadiness, calm dispositions, but truthfully its breaking me ripping and wrenching apart my identity...
so this is all i'm asking:
something inspire me
G: Night Of Forgettinginside of Girl, a fire is burning. just as real as the one sending pillars of smoke into the air above camp. it seems to give off the same wild intensity, of unexpected giddy excitement- like it itself is the drug twisting her mind into knots. it fuels her seemingly endless blaze of energy as she spins and spins in sickening circles of momentary happiness her hair and her skirt dancing around her just as carelessly.G: Night Of Forgetting
this feeling intrigues her. she lets out cries of pure enjoyment at the thought of all her troubles being lifted and tossed about &nb
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"... so it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet
the refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain"
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"... so it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet
the refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain"
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"falling off the coast and i'm headed nowhere."
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"... so it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet
the refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain"
Judging by one of your self-portraits, I take it you're... Devon?
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"... so it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet
the refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain"
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"falling off the coast and i'm headed nowhere."
How go things down yonder in Texas?
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"... so it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet
the refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain"
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"falling off the coast and i'm headed nowhere."
my friend Holden moved there from the island and thinks it's a ton better....
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"... so it's crying on my shingles, my floorboards moan under my feet
the refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain"
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"Was ever a book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? Oh, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!"
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"falling off the coast and i'm headed nowhere."
(This is Sarah if you wondering)
I didn't know you had an account here,
until of course I was wondering around your facebook page realizing how much I was really going to miss you and how empty advisory was going to be, when I was like "woahwaitwhat"
....lkdsjfsd
hi. <3
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and if I don't come back —I mean, if I get side-tracked— it's only cause i wanted to.
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