February 2011
Give me my sin again..
Jaw trembling, heed pounding. Lip bit bloody, heart like a fist. Brutally silent. Aching, longing. Utterly dessicated. Throw on dirt, makes no difference. Fingers tearing hair, crazy soaking through. Tell me when this ends.
January 2011
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Undead Eyes →
You can’t kill a girl without her soul sticking around. .
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Step into my coffin, let the sin begin.
lost my mind today
can’t catch my breath
Days turn to nights turn to weeks Turn paper into rocks into plastic My material heart How it keeps us apart Watching days turn to nights turn to weeks Turn everything I got into techniques My mechanical heart How it tears me apart I miss it so much No button to touch No dial to turn No key to hold
I’m your stranger. Jump.
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MEGAN.
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“Come on, do they not know what he’s doing? With the screaming...”
– Mom, making me lawl since 1986
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“I do NOT have colitis…I rebuke it!”
– Grandma, using the old-fashioned method of treating illness
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“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Sylvia Plath (via skinned-teen)
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F o u r
That awesome moment when you stop your pussy whining.
t h r e e
That desperate moment when you don’t give a fuck about anything else, you just want a kiss.
this will hurt
That heartbreaking moment when you want them back no matter what they’ve done and you know you fucking shouldn’t.
When has that ever stopped me?
I’m realizing how hard it is, especially in this age of social media saturation, to get rid of everything that reminds you of a single person. Especially when I want to go back to day one and start completely new. I can’t...