Broken Heart Delight.You screamed.Broken Heart Delight.
I screamed.
We all screamed.
For ice cream.
This particular flavour of ice cream, however, is broken heart delight, topped with whipped agony, and in a thorny cone.
Delicious.
Funny, how good pain can feel.
Pain, the proof you’re alive.
I feel very alive right now.
I hate you.Hey you.I hate you.
It's been a long time. Like, a century.
A very lonely century without you. You know, the type of loneliness where you look around, and everbody seems happy, and you look at them, and then you see that you're not happy, so you try to imitate, and fail miserably. You know, the type of loneliness where you can be surrounded by a sea of people and yet, you still feel like you're the last fucking human being on the earth.
Yeah, that type of loneliness. The one you're putting me through. And you don't even notice.
Well, i'm telling you now, aren't I? I am screaming, in fact. And yet
Dear. paperDear, Blank paper.Dear. paper
Hey… I missed you.
I’m glad I found you again today. You know, I’ve been busy.
Which, really means, that my standard day activity *School, work* has tired me out, and I don’t want to spend my time thinking.
Yea, I hate it too.
I should just remember, that…I only feel right with you. Now come here, give me a hug.
AHH! PAPERCUT! You ass! God, why do I even hang out with you?!
Eucalyptusher skirts are so thick if you spun her upside down she would open up like a rose- violent yellow pumps and bubble ankles on lanky blue legs, waving like stamen in the rain.Eucalyptus
she's pollinating all over the room
a good thing to ask would be why have I waited so long. Do you remember burning me around your neck? I singed your hair, but didn't say anything.
It just curled from my fingers.
I sit far away now-
wrapped around my new love like a cat, telling ghost stories and missing your shoulders, eucalyptus eyes. flicking ba
Ares DesmonovI am the product of a millennium of pity and audacity I am the one who gives my best and gets slammed down and fucked up I am the fringes of the hair of burning bodies, I am every dead tree from here to fucking hell. I breathe ashes and my heart pumps pumice I am the bomb under the train I am the straw that severs the camel’s back I am the frigid breeze that sucks the last breath out of a beaten man.Ares Desmonov
The world doesn’t owe me anything. Likewise, I don’t owe it shit. I am the shadow of an aristocratic society, and I am the roach that doesn’t die.
I am a smoker, I am an atheist
Dance at MidnightLate one night, long from dawn's soft light, Stirred a little girl filled with dreadful fright. A noise, she thought, from beyond her closed door, Creeping and lurking over the squeaky wooden floor.Dance at Midnight
What could it be, awake at this dark, dark hour, Something fearful making the girl's stomach sour. With bravado at hand and a sudden leap from the bed, Little girl found herself getting in over her head.
Silence greeted child beyond the closed door, But this only made her dread further once more. Where was the sound of parents in deep slumber, Her father usually soundi
Ottawa.
Scared
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And All At Once I Realize, My Life Has Become A Boring Pop Song and Everyone's Singing Along
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i know my comments are brief, but im not a critic, just an admirer.
new competition - dooo iiiiiiit
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You are suddenly aware of your terrible posture.
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