December 2011
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Reblog if you follow back. You'll gain at least...
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November 2011
13 posts
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I don’t really care where you found it,
I don’t care about the body, or the flowers growing
just to attend it’s funeral,
or my bad spelling habits, or who thinks what about
the pictures the see- they weren’t even there,
what do they know?
I got tired just like you said I would,
I am exactly where our young selves
said I would be
I’m tired of the windy...
you looked better with age
I can’t remember when you talked about memory, but you were good at it,
you knew just what I wanted, In the motel room, with my stale rose wine, while it lasted, with all the rearrangements I did in that little place, in the two months I was there, you fit fine into all of it, you brought words, and wit, and some passed on need for books, and sound, and that...
October 2011
37 posts
Fuck this, it’s just never ending. All I want is to one; be able to freely be and be myself, not this horrible version of myself created out of everyone else’s problems, and two; be with you. I hate this. All my energy, all my thoughts, everything is dissapearing through the windows, and here I am, angry, and hurting somewhere in my body, from stress related pains constantly. Stupid...
it’s slow, and words seems too ugly, but sound somehow still has some breath, at the moment i thohought nothing would, and the second after would come with one big life clasping gasp, but no, somehow it still has a shallow, low breath, hot right in my ear.
some pointy black hat,
something realated to wind blowing.
Some how I think he still follows me,
Just as frilly and curly as he...
I really want to go out on a walk right now. I would prefer to go to a cafe of some kind- Maybe meet up there or something, and just talk, and drink coffee in to the late evening.
Somewhere in my mind I want to feel that feeling when I see you walking up, finally, after waiting for you to get there- sipping my coffee, smoking a cigarette, trying to keep any thoughts I have of you on top me,...
TRIGGER ALERT
alright, I really feel like posting SI images, so this is about an hour’s head start.
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ALone time would be like some form of a fucked up heaven right now, can’t tell how long I’ll agree with that statment, but all the thoughts I melt in to at the idea….
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I really want need a fucking cigarette
