and i wanted you guys to knownote me for the username if you`re really interested,
[which i highly doubt. i`ve been inactive as haylll!]
and feel free to ask me a random question.
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yeah, alrightalright.this isn`t about the sound of your heart or the way wind chimes sound so fucking pretty during a thunderstorm, and i know i don`t make sense but that`s because my subconscious is talking and you know what? i don`t fucking understand myself either. but this isn`t about me. and this isn`t about you. andyeah, alrightalright.
i think it`s snowing in the middle of july, because we`re such a world of opposites.
and i find that oddly poetic.
i want to tell you what`s hidden underneath this skin, to stop lying to you in ways that shall remain anonymous simply because i am jumping from star to star. moon to moon. but not planet to pl
by ~lovestruck-x
that is what i know.little natalie was four years old, and already you could set a firework-reaction in her. the things that went through her eyes baked in her head; the things that went through her heart will not be viewable ten years later. broken glass on the garage floor. smeared tears on the mother`s nose. father doesn`t know what the fuck he`s doing. or does he?that is what i know.
little natalie was four years old, and she brings her misunderstanding to school. no answers there. all questions here. teachers think she`s a screwed up kid, you can tell by the way they raise an eyebrow at her. she doesn`t know what she`s doing wrong; heck, she doesn`t even know that
by ~lovestruck-x
splitting at the fork.hello, can i tell you a secret? it takes slightly longer tosplitting at the fork.
look in the mirror and confirm that
there are no electric firefly wings, but i`d rather save myself from the blood and sweat, and my hands still reach out aimlessly when i
wake from a nightmare.
hello, do you know who i am? i don`t always spend my time
creating ways to say "i love you", and i like to give names to grass blades and thunderstorms and the little ladybugs that we ignore with both ears, and
is that alright with you?
hello, what time is it? i stare out
the wi
by ~lovestruck-x
Random Favourites
Your Life Is A Sad Songin the wake of your nightmares in placid pools tears ripple the water and disrupt an entire thought memories and feelings seizure with the tides a thought, a dream, a wish, a whisperYour Life Is A Sad Song
we'll hide under white sheets and laugh as the day wares on and the sky is murdered in its sunset hues it will cast over us in an orange glow a warning that night is on its way
lets ride your fears and see where they take us through fields of despair or cascaded blood waterfalls dark pools of enmity and streams of broken things why don't we go swimming in the shards
[lets
by ~TheUsed-Genuine-Fake
The Method to My MadnessI. I am a writer because it is the only way I can truly be heard.The Method to My Madness
There will always be brightly coloured words dancing just beyond the grasp of the human mind. They fall into confetti, never really understood, but are spun as silk into fractured sentences. We all can see them glistening in the snow-globe eyes and blown glass hearts of the innocent, as well as in the cold stares and empty whispers of sin.
II. I am a writer because I never thought I would be.
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by ~KakashiCatastrophe
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So I believe I will watch you.
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just another person living in the background of everyone's life.
Happy belated birthday hun!!
Hope it was a good one :]!!
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"In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies!!"
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"I am so fabulous every time I bat my eyes, a unicorn is born." - *Thats-Your-Funeral
*Adopt-A-Writer *DailyDeviants *devCRIT `seniormentors =Trashrock *Writers-Workshop
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You stole my heart, but that's okay: I have another one at home in the fridge.
eat tons of cake <3
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
i might be too far away to receive it, though
<3
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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i make them good girls go bad !
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raphael does photography, too!
for favs or watches, but you seem like a cool girl,
so thanks
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
xo!
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I thought you said f o r e v e r over and over.
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.metal.
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