seriously.i would tell you that humans are a complex function of emotion and fantasy plotted on the axis of logic, but you are nothing so deep or starry-eyed. you are bleach blonde hair and spray on tans and spilled beer on the carpet.seriously.
[and honestly, hearts don't beat for you]
once, you were a snowflake - different from everyone else. but you hate the snow and you love the poisonous UV sunshine of tanning beds. you love(lust) to fuck around in trees and pools and bomb shelters. and now you are a shattered mirror that screams 'look at me! look at me! i'm just like her and her and her…'. but no one notices you because we go
sticks and stonesmy mother looked at me today.sticks and stones
[and in her eyes i saw shattered glass, ruined tea parties,
empty medicine bottles, stitched up scars, rusty knives,
and nearly eighteen years of never being good enough.]
my mother spoke to me today.
[she beat me. she broke my bones, blackened my eyes,
and bruised my arms with her words.
every one of my failings was a weapon in her hands
and she used them to break me down.]
i am fractured and twisted...i am fractured and twisted, lying on the silver, rain-wet asphalt with my stomach on the ground and my face pressed toward the cloudgray sky while water drips onto my half-closed eyelids waiting, waiting for the sight of your face.i am fractured and twisted...
i stitched up my paperbutterflywing heart with silk webs and spiderthread, but all i ended up with was a brittlesweet and broken echo of my old, beautiful fleshandblood apparatus.
i gathered up all the dead wishes from fallen stars
and i strung them onto a strand of the wind,
they twinkled in all the different colors that do not
hell is for childrenshe was the little girl who painted sunsets and rainstorms. she heard music where no one was listening. she saw beauty in shattered glass and weeping trees and rain on asphalt, shining like silver, and she hated the sight of the sun. she was the little girl that nobody talked to, the one that dreamed of flying, but felt like a butterfly with its wings plucked off.hell is for children
she was the little girl who knew black eyes and the smell of alcohol. she knew all the best places to hide when mommy came home drunk and angry and just waiting to beat her with words and fists and hatred. she knew bruised bodies and broken hearts better than she knew p
to throw up on a dream catcherI threw my sighs away when I threw my sight your way when you caught my eyes like a mottephobic butterfly catcher, so you could throw them in the ocean, whereto throw up on a dream catcher
no matter how many times I throw a line, I can never catch another fish of the sea: not because it's unflavored, but because I'm too allergic to face your sea or see your face; but i would,
if i could... I'd throw myself into your arms, but you wouldn't catch that, since you're too busy catching everything else.
Caught at the crime scene -– hands as red a
this is where all hell brokeit started with you and me and the way the pavement glowed after it rained. technicolor lights streamed the asphalt, they reflected across our skin as you put your index fingers in the belt-loops of my faded jeans, and pulled my hips into yours. i remember the air telling me how we matched so divinely. our bones stuck out from our skin in the most sublime way, behind our eyelids we hid our spheres so we wouldn't see the vacancy they held. we froze matter and pushed every molecule away as we closed in the space between our lips, between our torsos, between our hearts. we stopped the hands of every ticking clock and every electric current brighthis is where all hell broke
well hai there...
Depressed
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"painted skies, i've seen so many that cannot compare to your ocean eyes. the pictures you took that covered your room, and it was just like the sun but more like the moon..."
*project-improve
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find me naked in the rain, throw off your clothes and wait with me for the sun.
or it's your own work?
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find me naked in the rain, throw off your clothes and wait with me for the sun.
they are lyrics from the song The Sun and The Moon by Mae - it's a beautiful song and they are a beautiful band! (:
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"painted skies, i've seen so many that cannot compare to your ocean eyes. the pictures you took that covered your room, and it was just like the sun but more like the moon..."
*project-improve
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find me naked in the rain, throw off your clothes and wait with me for the sun.
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"painted skies, i've seen so many that cannot compare to your ocean eyes. the pictures you took that covered your room, and it was just like the sun but more like the moon..."
*project-improve
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find me naked in the rain, throw off your clothes and wait with me for the sun.
Oh, and happy Halloween!
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