December 2010
34 posts
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Cute Is What We Aim For - Curse of Curves.
Its...
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250 Days Left.
Cannot wait for college. Im never coming back.
i am so tired of hot tears running down my cheeks....
but you dont care how much it hurts.
what to do when life falls apart?
and no one will catch that beating fraglie heart.
to be left alone to sort out the mess,
good fuckin luck. they’ve wished you the best.
FOUND MY OLD PAJAMA SAM GAME CDs
lesliecrusher:
WELL, THERE GOES MY NIGHT.
I guess i’m just second best; you always go back to her.
It’s that hope that kills me, that maybe one day you’ll have enough. Perhaps you’ll crack and realize that I was here, here all along.
But all you did was hold me under, forbid me to breathe; revived only on your will. You don’t know that one day
I won’t have will.
The blue blood pumps, Through the roadways of my...
can you follow it?
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“The question is will it matter five minutes from now, five hours, five days,...”
– Mr. Lebiden - Speaker about marriage in my English class for the novel Tuesdays with Morrie.
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I can feel the fear gather inside me. I am afraid of what you have to say. I am afraid of what I want.
What if you tell me you want me? What if I over think things again? What if I choose the same unhappy path?
I don’t want to be alone, but I fear you.
i am so fearful of what i want. well of what i think i want.
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My parents cant even make it in this world. Then how can i?
The love is gone. Is this the truth?
When I was younger we had the best shows. I mean...
I am the lone snowflake on the glass, disappearing quickly from your heat on the other side as you look out to the world.
How is it you don’t care?
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“A Heart Is Useless If It Only Pumps Blood.”
– Me.
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Gravity.
I finally think, that you’re falling for me.
But you stand up straight and walk away without a single scratch; there’s no sign of my presence left upon you.
I lie of the floor, broken, contorted, and miserable.
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Can You Find Me. The Summer Set.
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“If it isn’t tough, then it isn’t worth it.”
– Me.
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A Jagged Subtle Love
The music, the mirrors, the barre, the different shoes in the corner.
The attire is black leo, pink tights, ballet bun.
It’s contemporary.
The beat is more erratic, and moves are jagged, cut, and cruel.
But it flows. From every fiber of my being, it’s heart, it’s soul.
It’s me.
To floor is smooth on my rough beaten-down skin. My feet are tough, calloused, blistered,...
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The Past.
It was a dark and cold winter day. The air was crisp. A breeze carried the frost covered leaves down the street. It was strange though. The street was empty. Each house was old and falling apart. This was your childhood street. But there was much missing. There was no laughter of children, no warmth of life and light, nothing looked the same.
The whereabouts of others are unknown to you. And the...
I’m starting to run out of words for you.
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“Without you I don’t have… A place that’s safe from all the monsters That hide in my head and keep me ‘til dawn”
Jack’s Mannenquin Lyrics
Last Straw.
<3
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Hurricane by Thirty Seconds to Mars.
<3...
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Sense Memory.
Its a new slate. The pink satin is shiny, new, untouched, and perfect.
But much is missing. For, I do not want perfect.
I miss the scrapes across the top; the glitches and nicks, the wear and the tear.
The memories that were sewn into it.
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I miss the familiarity. I knew it, and it knew me.
It knew my achievements, and my falls; the floor, the studio, the expectations.
The ribbons have yet...