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Friday, May 31, 2013, 6:59 PM
累了受够了
Thursday, May 30, 2013, 7:15 PM
deceived
Tuesday, May 28, 2013, 8:40 AM
exhausted
Why do I feel like I'm losing everything I've ever had and all that I said I'd never do has already been done
Why do I feel like I'm losing myself
every sane piece of me
every fragment even more fragmented
I'm losing my shit
Friday, May 24, 2013, 7:58 PM
I like standing close to the windows on a train and I like when there's an approaching train in the opposite direction. I like the sound it makes when it fists the air and makes a short "pbom." It makes me happy.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013, 8:52 AM
baby now you do
they said that the world was built for two kissing in the blue dark
holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars, this is all I think of
all for you, everything I do
heaven is a place on earth with you
tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, honey, is that true?
Sunday, May 19, 2013, 1:46 AM
im so fucking desperate to tell you how im really feelingbut its as if im stuck in a box and i cant get out
maybe ive built my walls a little too high
and i cant tear them down
Saturday, May 18, 2013, 8:49 PM
i might have just formed a love-hate relationship with the violent flopping sounds my slippers create when i descend a flight of stepsflipflopflipflop they sound like angry raindrops
someone strung colored bulbs along the neighborhood
what a joy
they make me happy
Monday, May 13, 2013, 6:13 PM
I love how you paint colors in
2:07 AM
"oh, my god, I feel it in the air, telephone wires above are sizzling like a snareHoney, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere, nothing scares me anymore."
some nights I find myself running my fingers along the lines that pop
blasting me back to where it all started
where the monsters started growing
they're all grown ups now, am I the monster or are they me?
it's confusing, I'm so tiny
some nights I find myself running my fingers along the lines that pop
blasting me back to how they felt
I'm afraid of myself
I find them a pleasure
it's confusing, it isn't meant to be
some nights I find myself running my fingers along the lines that pop
blasting me forward with a gun in my hand
what if this times it works?
do I really want this to end
it's confusing, my life is perfect, I hate myself
some nights I find myself running my fingers along the lines that pop
blasting me to the future, what if someone sees them
sees me for the ugly me
maybe I want this to end afterall
it's confusing, I'm not me
some nights I find myself running my fingers along the lines that pop, it's confusing
Thursday, May 9, 2013, 5:09 AM
so many triggers pulled
at the rate im goingim gonna need butterflies all around my body
fuck off mia..
Wednesday, May 8, 2013, 3:59 AM
if there's nothing missing in her life, why do these tears come at night? they say she's so lucky, she's a star, but she cries in her lonely heart being
there's no one there to wake her up
the world keeps spinning, she keeps on winning, but tell me, what happens when it stops
she is so lucky but why does she cry? If there is nothing missing in her life why do these tears come at night
Monday, May 6, 2013, 3:06 AM
i beg of you my Lord
if I am ever blessed to see the world differently, not one with a money-gobbling society, my goal in life is to drive an ice-cream van along beaches.I'd wake up in a beach house, a small one, I don't mind, in the warm embrace of another. He'd wake me up with kisses and I'd prepare his favorite sunny sides. We'd spend the morning laughing at the silly doberman and set off in the afternoon in our ice-cream van. Down to the beach we honk, little children crowd around shoving $1 coins and orders down our happy faces. Waffles for lunch, with lots of chocolate.
Not for you Dobbyman, dogs can't eat chocolate.
Evening arrives, the crowd clears, we'd get our surfboards down and set off with the waves. Night falls and we'd climb up the van, pull some blankets and watch the stars - fingers intertwined, resting on little big dobby. Golden, oh the silence that shall only be broken by laughter.
When its time, we'd get back into the van, you'd drive while dobby and I doze off, what a long day. We'd arrive back to the motherland of dreams where you'd lift me off to bed with little big dobby at the corner, just by our legs.
Your breath on my hair, fingers wrapped tightly around mine. I'd fall fearlessly ahead to slumber - for I know its you I'm waking up to.
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Oh what a dream it'd be to wake up and see the world differently, what a dream if I could live a life I've always wanted.
As of now, I close my eyes and pray, that maybe one day daddy god shows me the world isn't such a cruel place after all.
Till then, a life like that is nothing but a d r e a m, a dream worth living.
Sunday, May 5, 2013, 1:26 AM
hold you till you sleep
"I'd trace the lines of your collarbones and kiss the back of your neck." "Will you brush my hair my darlin'?"
Thursday, May 2, 2013, 5:46 PM
have you ever been so weak your body crumbles
legs give way when you stand
fall to the ground in a daze
every drop out
merciless red
lose all your senses
all your colours turn grey
have you ever felt so helpless
need to get better for a sacrificing factor
how do I choose
I want to be alive
I want to feel alive
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