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notes they'll never readM, of you, there are only good memories. or, at least, the best ones come first. [the image of you, with your skin stretched tight over too-delicate bird bones still terrifies me]. i don't know the words for even half i want to say to you, so i guess i'll have to make due and trust that actions really do speak louder than words. all i really wanted to say was 'thank you.' even though i'm only a nightmare, you still deign to share your sunlight. love you always.notes they'll never read
A, you are as close as i can get to a guarantee of a good time. with you, i have been able to stretch my wings and fly like you do. my greatest hope is t
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i wish you loveyou have northern downpours behind your eyes because that was one lie too many. i remember how that hurt, love so i resolve to be your sunshine, your only sunshine. [and i'll try to make you happy when all your skies are gray].i wish you love
you have glass shards where your bones should be -
they look strong, but they're only beautiful. i know how easy it is to breakshatterimplode, love so i promise to be there to cushion the blows.
you have camouflage where, before, there was skin because your first instinct is to hide, now. i understand why you're running scared, love
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dance or dieit hasn't been her day, her week, nor her month so she's thinking it probably won't be her year, and she's giving up, is just going to throw her hands up and give herself over to spinning in crazy kaleidoscope circles where the shapes form the past from memories that dont matter anymore.dance or die
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she's sending her broken heart and crushed dreams up to the stars on a firework with all the love letters she never had the courage to send and the pleas she almost choked on. and when they finally explode,
no one can ever say that heart-break isn't beautiful.
by ~latuacantante007
exercises in deviancewe are hidden behind trees with canopies the same color as the glowing butts of our cigarettes. we don't look at each other, just send up smoke signals that are 3/4 poison and 1/4 new winter air, and we can't tell the difference. we smoke until our throats bleed, which is our cue to open our mouths and sing until our lungs give out. it is cold, but the smoke sears our throats, while the words set our blood on fire, the same way the vodka will warm our stomachs tonight, when we meet the others like us and dance like savages.exercises in deviance
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we will drive too fast, with our heads out the moo
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- Current Residence: Stuck in Ohio dreaming of somewhere warm...
- Interests: Reading, writing, blasting music
- Favourite movie: Juno, Boondock Saints, Ferris Bueller's Day Off
- Favourite band or musician: RJA, Framing Hanley, Breaking Benjamin, Disturbed, AFI, Hawthorne Heights, a bunch of random stuff
- Favourite genre of music: punk/rock/indie/alt.
- Favourite poet or writer: Crutcher, Rowling, Levithan, Chbosky
- Favourite style of art: Photography, poetry, prose
- Personal Quote: Stand up. Speak out. Strike back.
- Tools of the Trade: pen and paper.
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i a m a l l fucked u p w i t h n o o n e t o love .
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Love is the movement.
Rescue is possible ;; Stop the bleeding.
Wake up, you're alive.
There's love on your side
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Looking lost into the night..
Where did you go?
Oooo, I don't wanna know..
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