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Drop Dead.

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I'm not a self help book, I'm just a fucked up kid.

strike out.

“One day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.

And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass, and then you realize you’ve always felt that way.”

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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Everytime I am actually having a good time in life, something comes by to ruin everything. It is common knowledge that life is all one big test, and so far, I think I'm failing. However, I really don't care.
My body is literally an empty shell. Sometimes I wonder whether blood is even running though my veins, if I even have any internal organs. It is as if my body is running on hopeful interactions with people I wish would make me happy. It doesn't work out that way though.
Nothing ever works out my way.


♥ 8:37 AM


Friday, December 2, 2011

 
 
 
 






♥ 4:49 AM


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Shattered hearts, bruised lungs
Fill it with the air of uncertainty
I long for your touch but distance comes
between us like earth to a galaxy
Tick Tock, goes the clock, time is running
Our breaths caught up in our throat,
We breathe in the night sky, the city lights
Take me back to the night I felt alive
I'm six feet under but somehow still wasting my air
Sling our bruised bodies over each other
Find a way to help the lonely hearts
The lonely souls on a Friday night.
I'm a fool for loving you
But all fools are completely broken.


♥ 6:57 AM