| i'm thirteen years, eight months, and some odd days old. i don't sleep as much as i should, and when i do, i have dreams that could compete with alice in wonderland. i don't write too often, though i used to stay awake every summer night and write until i couldn't breathe. if that doesn't make sense to you, then i probably won't make sense to you either. doesn't mean we can't be friends. (actually yes, it might.) never pay any attention to anything i put in parentheses. (never pay any attention to anything not put in parentheses.) if only things were that easy. you know what else i wish were easy? finishing things. |
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12.one. my color bones are going to stick out, they're going to crease lines in the clothes i wear, they're going to anchor my arms to my shoulders, and it's going to be fucking beautiful.12.
the skin hugging my ribs is going to hug a little tighter; and uneven as my rib cages are, you're going to see them.
you're going to see my skin STRETCHED over my hips until you can see the white of my bones glowing through my skin, trying to saw through me.
and when i stand, my thighs will not touch.
(see, my bones want out. they want out of this skin, &n
by ~moonology1
11.there is an ocean of music fireworking in my head; you are. you are split against the horizon always, when i see you. strobe light - STROBE LIGHT ON REALITY. you have the kind of eyes that are always open, always dead-aim, never faulting. my eyes can never seem to settle on anything. (anything except you.)11.
(i will etch words into your skin; the skin on your fingers so you will remember all that you are.) my fingers are empty; reading nothing, touching nothing. CRESCENDO - EVERYTHING LOUDER, COLORS BRIGHTER
by ~moonology1
10.war is art, mother fucker.10.
i can't think with some one else's words in my head and i can't think when half of my mind is spelling your name, over and over, and i can't think with his dick in my head. i can't dream sober of you and weed. it's wish fulfillment, it's instant gratification, except for the fact that none of it's real.
i am the narcotics yellow light, i can only go so far without looking back. but i never go back, i never stop. i won't stop. &n
by ~moonology1
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New York TimesPolished her nails red and ran away with a copy of the New York Times.New York Times
She never was of that much use to me, but I believed her to be better than that, all the mystery, all the calamities that she would never speak of made me believe that she would do more than simply walk out of my life.
She left the netting of her wedding gown over the shower curtain rod, the rest of the dress was gone. That was the only dress that she had kept during the year, every week she would buy a new one, and once bought she would throw her old ones into the alley on the side of our apartment. She never stayed there long, but she would look out o
by ~YourAlcoholicGrandma
i have seen you dissipate, andi have seen you weak.i have seen you dissipate, and
i have seen you with stray hairs glued in between your lips, clawing at disembodied mirth with hands like blind cave spiders: sickly white and shaking, nerves trimmed to stubs in leafless autumn, blocked, bitter. i have seen you open, sweating, defeated: a bleary-faced sisyphus on ankles of glass, watching nausea roll down eternity's cheek. i have seen you bright and kerosene-eyed, burning up all my oxygen with laughter.
i have seen you drunk. i have seen you flickering, penultimate: bitten silent in the mouth of clarity. i have seen you hold legions on the edge of your wrist, tuck them into you
by ~artifice-child
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"you too, wonderful"
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- Current Residence: oklahoma.
- Interests: colors, and lots of them.
- Favourite movie: seven pounds
- Skin of choice: i think mine's okay, but let's try yours on for size.
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Lonely or if there should be
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Let's run away in the rain
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