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Llamai'm kind of angry at everything, really.
but i'm really really happy underneath.
is that wrong?
i don't know.
can't wait for school to start.
kind of.
~raw-paper-cut
Sheaeverywhere i go...,
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like embersmemories like embers keep us warm but the flames, where they lick it burns where he touches her, it burns his lips on her cheeks at first it's soft electricity, then it's blaze the heat is too much she herself is flesh and bone soon to be just the latter she's caught fire, engulfed in the flame and she can't get out,like embers
there's no controlling it now the water didn't drown the red it didn't even wash her clean put her out, she's on fucking fire
by ~raw-paper-cut
holessee the like candy colours,holes
fluttering around me in a crocheted scarf,
holding me tight and warm but too close for comfort.
can't see, can't breath. my senses blocked off.
i can touch, though. i feel everything.
the wind blows, someone passes by. i feel it.
the tremers in the ground,
startling me awake from the half-way sleep eating me alive.
alive, i'm not alive. that's the lie.
i'm dead, dead, dead, dead. what is dead?
i'm still here, breathing, living, eating, sleeping, thinking, alive.
with this whole ripped straight threw my chest,
my fingers touching and
by ~raw-paper-cut
baby runsomeone put me in a microwave, set it on high. felt my insides burns as my outside died couldn't get it off, no matter how hard i tried. the screaming hate reminded me of how i lied fondly i remembered watching as you cried tried to speak, found my tounge tied slowly you opened your mouth and replied, "baby you can run but you sure as fuck can't hide."baby run
by ~raw-paper-cut
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milky ways and ginYou’d always worn a silver rosary around your neck because you said it made you feel like God was always near.milky ways and gin
You didn’t believe in God.
One night we’d been sitting at your kitchen table, pretending to study but really just talking. We had stared at the bundle of dried roses that was gathered in your mother’s cracked glass vase, and I’d said how I thought they were still beautiful. “Well, if you die young, you stay pretty,” you’d told me. But I’d corrected you. Because when people die, no matter how old you are, they drain your blood out and take out your eyes and s
by =Miss-Deathwish
people watchingShe danced inside a glass box and had round pearl eyes and rubyredlips. On her cheeks were the lines of circus-clown-teardrops, two black triangles lining her bottom lashes. She wore tattered orange rags and striped socks and black ribbons in her dirty hair. Maybe she was a saint.people watching
He sat on the corner of the pavement and let raindrops trace contours down his face. In his hands was a brown leather suitcase, and on his back were scars and scars and scars. He was clothed in layers of black and his sad hazel eyes shone under the streetlights. Maybe he was beautiful once.
by =Miss-Deathwish
note to selvesMaybe you’re the one who tries to count the snowflakes as they fall, laughing when white flurries hit your cheeks. You love running down the powder-dusted hills, but hate leaving footprints in your wake, because you cannot stand to look back and see that you destroyed something so beautiful. (Again.)note to selves
Maybe you’re the one who finds your best friend on his bed in a shivering mess, clutching his chest like his heart is about to fall out. You watch as silver teardrops cling to his eyelashes, and think back to the time that you kissed his eyelids while he slept and saw how beautiful he looked even though y
by =Miss-Deathwish
dialing zero.all i asked for was someone with a little bit of warmth beneath their paper skin, but instead i got an empty boy.dialing zero.
(i think that they forgot your instruction manual that said, 'inject with sunshine, if you can reach it.')
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i think that perhaps i will be a nickel machine next time i dress up, and you can pay five cents for each hour that you don't want to spend with me.
(maybe i'll get rich that way.)
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you drew me one of those little angels once, like the ones on the ceiling of the sistine chapel. you gave it sad little eyes and feathery
by =Miss-Deathwish
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- Favourite movie: A Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
- Favourite band or musician: Currently? The Used
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Heavy Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Darren Shan :3
- Favourite style of art: cartoonists =D
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano. i miss my touch. </3
- Shell of choice: Sand Dollar
- Wallpaper of choice: I like painting...?
- Skin of choice: human
- Favourite game: Line rider, sadly enough O:
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: gir =D
- Tools of the Trade: My mind? And a camera?
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see you at the bitter end.,
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il problema è che la gente parla t r o p p o o t r o p p o poco di sè stessa .
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"...as always, she was late."
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see you at the bitter end.,
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see you at the bitter end.,
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see you at the bitter end.,
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