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Remember what why and how?1
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what are the words I would say to you1
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I don't want my talent to go away, grab it with my infected talons. Not gonna let go, death grip. Death to me or it, god only knows who's gonna bite it this time. I promise I deserve this. Look at me, fucking look at me.
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My lips curled around the word, shown like a golden ring in my head.
Beautiful. I was beautiful.
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One day I curled in on myself, overlapping. I crumbled on a bus in the French countryside, people cramming in on all sides, no personal space, boundaries. I had nothing.1
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For a while you had your very own plastic fantastic barbie doll to play with. She was blonde and tall and skinny. She drank a lot and cha
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My sister is painting my room orange.1
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Your ears were clogged, your voice strangled, your fingers thin and spindly. My own palm itched to meet your pallid cheek with a crack that
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The tension was too tight. I snapped, folding in on myself, curling up at the edges, and becoming quite indifferent
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trying to break out of my normal style! or just normal topic...
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I guess losing you made me want to save my own life. I should have given up, gone home.
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There was one imperfection. A huge flaw splayed right across his chest like a banner.
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You're like sleeping pills and a warm cup of coffee and summer sun
All rolled into one burning beautiful light
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The words got intense; they burnt my mouth as I spoke and scorched my head when I kept them inside.
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The house had grown quiet. The guests from the night were as silent and beautiful as the flowers in my garden
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I woke up on the bathroom floor with swollen eyes and my hair fanned out all around me. The cold tile was melded to my cheek, my whole body hurt. I closed my eyes and remembered summer.1 / Aco
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Flames curl around my ribcage, twine around my arms like vines of ivy and twist their way into my heart.
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now a finished first draft 
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different p.o.v. from 'these days long gone', kind of a sequel.
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We lived on orange juice and Andes mints. We loved each other. What happened?
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He was the rain and I was the rainbow. I was spring and flowers sprouted from my fingertips under his eyes and smile.
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People gathered around me as my voice cracked and broke like mirrors under a fist.
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When I am sinking into the sky, using the bright stars as my earrings, the moon as my pendant, he comes to me. He grabs my wrist and pulls me down. I struggle against the stre
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ok, so I was in 5th period today and my teacher wanted to know what emo was. And when it was described it was very negative and all. let me just say that I am a bit
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“I wish to die young.” I tell the wise one. “But why? Surely your beauty and genius bring you happiness?” He questions.
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I want to be pretty for once, and skinny and confident. But confidence takes a lot of energy. Guess what?
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first of all, to everyone who read my blabber thing, thank you. Seriously that vent helped me a lot and you all were awesome with your advice. and if Isabel
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