January 2011
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December 2010
74 posts
Breaking myself down.
Filled my head with smoke. No where is safe enough to hide, everything I wanted went away when you seemed to have it all. Books line my window and the fog displays the city in ruins. Break me down as badly as you can in the worst way. Time to hide in the basement of your house so no one can hear a thing. Too harsh for words, red lines my hands. Someday they’ll know that we laid together on...
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You and Me- Dave Matthews Band This man is the key...
Tie me to the bedpost.
We wait in life to talk about things, but nothing ever comes through like the plan our parents have when we are given a name. In the need for cash, deep down eating at my heart. Never too sure at what is amazing me, looking at you; we are bad. So much to say but never enough time. Hell and heaven, stuck inside one or the other. Opening up my head and let me out because I have a long list of things...
To each my own, a photograph develops in the dark. Take a new picture without the persons past hiding through the shadow. A cheesy smile, gracing its present for the world. Taking back the memories of what we all dreamt of having but never obtained. Slip through our fingers as the sign on the door has no meaning.
This just happened:
Walked out of the shower, changed and went into the hall. Dad says, “You need to shower”. Thanks dad!
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Its alright.
You’re eyes look at me telling you what to do, I don’t know what you want as an answer. Was this all wrong or was this what was supposed to happen? One hundred percent legal for the lies as the red stripped bedding graces the floor. Slowly counting backwards from twelve, the waves are crashing through the second story window. Take these wrecks and take these lies. Within less than a...
Awkward stares meet me across the field. Some lime and coke, a fair trade it was. Apologies now as the music is getting louder. Permit me to life and the rules that I never got along with. Into your life, more than being taken from the blood and inches deep of your skin. Dreaming and wondering, my brown sweater with elbow patches, no longer a queen of understanding hopeless lies. Burning and...
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You couldn't testify.
Spending all my time trying to get a good reaction but all that matters is that this shallow world has made me jaded and unsaved. Too much pink adorn my fingertips while I hide my hands in my pockets. The march is gracing the City streets, but all that matters to me is that in just less than one week my identity is sealed and I am back to steal your kisses in the winter chills. The middle...
Fuck the rest of the topics. Here are 10 things I...
Taking over, while dancing in the dark.
Sneaking out through a window that was two stories high.
Seeing my parents and family for Holidays.
Going to college and actually doing well, which is new for me.
Inked.
Driving through the country enjoying the lands.
Buying what makes me happy and trendy (Go Columbia for doing this to me).
Discovering new things about myself and others.
Forgetting...
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Breakfast At Tiffany’s- Deep Blue Something...
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Preparing myself but I got nothing to say. This will all be over once the morning comes. You hold my hand and kiss my cheek, I fall in love for the night. You want to talk about, but once we go there will be nothing left to say. Walking an empty sidewalk, we stand at arms length. I can see it now, more mistakes and regrets as the hours become days. Once you have me you’ll always come back.
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If I was worth your time then you would still be around. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean as your gem fell deep below. Looking outside, seeing my face unclear through the glass. I may need a raincoat, playing racquetball is going to bring electricity back.
texico bitches
wiredtaste:
Broken Social Scene - Texico Bitches (Star Slinger Remix) by Arts & Crafts
fascinating remix. actually diggin it.
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I want this tattooed on my body in a form of...
“A kind of energy, or a way of being that is beyond common struggle. When a person has attained to this state through his or her development as a human being and through spiritual discipline, we say that person is “raising windhorse.” That means the person is at his best, at his peak, galvanized, as if he had arrived on a horse, riding beyond the petty level of aggression and...
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A New Riddle. Let's make something from this.
18. Punk phase. Too many things my parents never told me. Twisted words with nothing to say. Counting the hours until we can finally get away. No matter how I word it, nothing will ever change and we are always out of line. Someday, I swear I know there is supposed to be more to life than this. Say, we are too young to die. You need to get back to where you belong. We don’t know right from...
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It can't be over for a long, long time.
Saying too much. Hell has become too frequent with central heating. Can’t see any kind of light, trying to not talk about anything. Robbery from the guilt ridden over a long, long time. It is almost better to become someone else. Harder to believe that my heaven is more than a room full of color bursting, I am finally alright. It can’t be over for a long, long time. Crying as the...
Good News/Bad News
Dad: Good News - The new basement rug looks great. Bad News - NO more beer pong for you and your friend
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Derezzed- Daft Punk
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Take deep breathes.
Auction blocks are crooked and the simple smile that you give as we go through each checkmark. Keeping me warm at night, these seasons are so cold. Backing down, almost there. Too much is being said when I am falling apart. Slow down, too many versions of violence. Torching these tapes, first one to tell me that I am dying from these bruises beneath my sides. Cashing out, this city is taking over...
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“Always remember me”
Never Forget...
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For my 1,200 post, everyone should check out this... →
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“despite having considered myself a monster for as long as i can remember, it...”
– dexter morgan (via nathenmcvittie)
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