January 2012
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I’m in that spot of existence that has me teeter-tottering back and forth from two sides of an important decision I need to make.
I’m not being treated well. But should I settle? Or wait for an opportunity to feel what I deserve? I’d like to know how many hours I’ve invested into thinking about this.
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How different would things be?
How different would things be,
if I’d acted on the voice in my head that night? I remember it like it was yesterday. One of the most broken months in my life, each day trying to walk on with each step screaming of summer’s pain. But he served as a some kind of sweet, sticky distraction, the only person I knew who could momentarily snatch that sourness away. But that’s what...
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Tonight I died my hair green
And I night boarded in the freezing cold. Which was seriously the coolest experience ever. Because every time I would like, wipe out, which is quite frequently, I had the beautiful stars to look up to.
And I rock banded my brains out.
I’ve never felt so alive.
slerpherp asked: Hi bestfriend. I just wanted to say that you're an incredible writer and I envy how well you express feelings in words. It's beautiful. Just saying. Love you. <3
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This breeze is a fire, I’ve been begging to feel.
Rain falls like it’s embers, free from a machine.
My arms adopt this atmosphere, as I soak up the midnight moon.
The blues dies with each drop. I am guilty, but not in this moment.
And I take advantage of this unique second, to smile.
A real smile.
At last.
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“Caring doesn’t sometimes lead to
misery. It always does.”
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I've developed this theory I call the 'Absolute...
I’m in the process of a patent. At least I wish I was in the process of a patent.
So basically, when you’re extremely happy we’re going to call that 20 positive points, and moderately happy would be like, 10 positive points, etc. When you’re extremely sad that’s going to be like 20 negative points, and moderately sad would be like 10 negative points, and so on.
So,...
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I can't really describe that book.
My friend lent me John Green’s newest novel The Fault In Our Stars. I began reading it after school today at three, and just finished it. My lips are cracked and bleeding, that sensitive patch of skin under my eyes is puffy and throbbing, and I can’t gather my thoughts, or control this stead flow of tears. I haven’t cried in a while, by the way, and let me tell you, that was...
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turntomaterials
Continuing down a slipper slope, you barter your heart for one made of gold. Soon after, you realize a metal pump cannot beat, but it’s too late now and you admit defeat.
The lack of a steady pound in your chest, drives you insane and won’t let you rest. Awake or asleep, your world is dark black, and that’s when you feel your eyes turn to glass.
Your tongue’s a slick...
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The snowball effect.
I can’t say I’ve been stolen from with a good conscious. I left my doors unlocked. I welcomed thieves with an eager face and a plate of fresh baked cookies at hand. I kept my valuables polished like centerpieces, tempting famished lions with a blood painted carcass, rather than under lock and key.
My instincts, graduated and wise, sent whispers microscopic that seeped into my pours...