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haven’t been on in so long, working on my private tumblr. i wonder if anyone still uses this?

Oct 10th

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Oct 10th

I yawn and my cheeks stretch, scratching quietly like wrinkled cellophane. I inhale air in a hurricane, sucking up the smoke, incense and sweat of a monotone world.

Jun 25th

/əˈfɪərɨsɪs/: she looks like a witch. accompanied... →

apheresis: she looks like a witch. accompanied by two friends, hand-maidens perhaps, spilling from the open elevator with a flick of her golden hair. the hotel builds itself on top of a short, small doorway, joined and leading down sharp tiers of stairs to a depressed lane. featureless brick, glass and…

Feb 27th

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my priorities in life: 1. find love 2. become a jedi … 398593395. get rich

Jan 19th

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Jan 19th

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cliche, but i want a nice, black, metal band hoodie, preferably zip-up. simple, just a band logo probably. can someone suggest a nice one they’ve seen. this TRS zip-up is looking like it so far http://bit.ly/gXlvaL. wish make them suffer had one :( help?

Jan 18th

for every girl who’s wishing for the perfect gentleman, theres a guy who’s wishing for the perfect princess. but every second brings an exponential increase in the chance they’ll settle for anything, everything, less.

Jan 15th

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why is msn so dead? would anyone like to chat?

Jan 15th

i, like fucking everyone else, love paying out people in a general sense via some internet based exhibitory mechanism. consider this me, telling you, that you’re a filthy slut.

Jan 13th

Jan 9th

its raining and raining and raining. i just had my last djarum outside, the water sticking my eyelashes together, time for a warm shower, and then writing bianca’s letter.

Jan 9th

pinkbeam-deactivated20110423 asked: Thanks for following! Do I know you? ;/
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LOL but really, I love youuuuuuu! <3

Jan 9th

it was my birthday yesterday. not fun.

Dec 14th

the notepad next to my desk is littered with scribble. my scrawl is weirdly formed, starting off small and then large and in between. i try to put notes from my dreams down, waking up and hashing. i even dream up word structures sometimes. most of it is gibberish, distorted english, but thats what i like the most.

Dec 11th

i have fallen asleep, but my eyelids yet weigh heavy. the doctor’s varied needles pinprick my skin, but no blood will rise and meet the glass’ wounds.sleep is my cure, and we are hopeful, he says, his thin veined hand shaking. my lips are forced open, teeth knocked back, as he pours medicine laced opium, a slippery concoction, down my shattered throat. don’t notice the ruin, the...

Dec 11th

“ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”

Dec 11th

you;re a doll. you;re a princess, a filth splattered, babyheart shattered, lost soul dancing in grey.

Dec 9th

i like gaps. more than anything that i could touch. i like pieces. tiny, little shreds of nothing special that think well of me. my eyes. my mouth. my hands are dead mice unable to put thoughts into squeals. squeaks, and rosy-red cheeks. drowning is this structure, and pointless. my loss is a weave stitch on your diamond, scalpel-like tongue. i like forgetting. me.

Dec 7th

your eyes are a graveyard of broken dreams, and rusted hearts

Nov 21st

how dreadful it is to love and not be loved in return. torturous is the only thought leaking from my breath, a long drawn out uttering, slippery and rough, fumbling its way from my throat. a heart made into a wishless chain, needy, slowly sticking to my body, ice and magic, the way lips once felt. i try to sink this lightness, but nature has cursed me. the wind tremulously churning through my hair...

Nov 16th

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. ~Song of Solomon 8:6

Nov 7th

fuck. this feels like love but im breathing. i hate this. tourniquet a small heart slowly beating. i used to be a sleepwaker, of the dead, chest in coffin. i wished for her blood, her eyes to close, her breath to fade, and on my lips mournful soften. i’ve chased her on time’s wings and scratched our names into the world. a princess, an angel, a devil among kings. … my words...

Oct 30th

we couldn’t call it love if every memory wasn’t tragic. you sliced the heart from a chest, but i shouldn’t call it magic.

Oct 29th