May 2010
48 posts
May 29th
leaving bite marked blood trails on candy hips
May 28th
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May 28th
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touching in the bath a rhythm saved for last stop dreaming, its in your blood im choking, i dont know much trust me, i can see it, i love us, believe it we’re touching, we’re seeing -crystal castles
May 27th
a world in snow swirled with blood of hope’s hearts and wish
May 27th
May 27th
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ruined. and ruin alike.
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May 24th
you’re so close to the line between ugly and pretty. wish you would cross over.
May 24th
May 23rd
should have listened to you bright one, unwilling masochist tonight
May 22nd
May 22nd
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lately my life has been falling into routine, early rises, cold mornings, and long work-days. upon reaching home i try to study, and generally rinse my mind with movies, music, and reading, and just forget everything. the days i don’t work, i stay up so late, because there is no reason for me to go to bed early, and no one that i have to look my best for. its hard and easy at the same time,...
May 20th
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WatchWatch
yum
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May 19th
your lips. your smile. your cheekbones. every word you speak just makes me realise how far you are out of my reach. and the only reason you don’t know this, is because you don’t know me. distance my love.
May 18th
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everybody needs a way. a way to deal with life. some people use their bodies; parties, sex, moments of perfection drawn in haloed liquids. they forget, and remember, in stop-motion. the highs and the lows of their time embrace. others curtain themselves with art, they use music, poetry, photography, as techniques to capture, appreciate and create. all beauty, in and of the world. some need help,...
May 18th
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some more writing for the evening
Amelia continued on down the lonely way, a thin vegetation-scrubbed path weaving between the encroaching tree giants. Tree branches thickened and spiraled overhead, catching the light, leaving little illumination to filter to the ground below. She wondered what she would find within the mountain, and even how she would get there, only having been instructed to follow the path until lights guided...
May 17th
“Let not my words be ripped from the throat of a horror” - Charlatan’s Host
May 17th
my mind is so disturbed
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May 2nd
im lost and losing
May 1st