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I miss youSometimes, I have to use my fingers to pull my sulking frown into a goddamn smile. Sometimes, it's still not worth it.I miss you
by ~Gratte-Ciel
This is not a title.I can never remember what I intended to say in the first place. My short intention span prevents me from doing so, even when it's important. When it means the world to me, I still remember to forget.This is not a title.
Sometimes, I forget that I've cut myself. Something tells me that's not good. Sometimes, I don't remember what the boundaries in real life are. Where do you draw the line between me and you?
Someone's laughing in my hollow face. I'm still typing at five 16 in the goddamn morning. Why aren't I asleep yet?
No one wants to reply to my texts. They're all dreaming of not-me and such. Everyone else is throwing a party because they'
by ~Gratte-Ciel
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fuck yeah, halloween"you look like hell."fuck yeah, halloween
"that's because i am hell."
"right. what's wrong?"
"well, i am coughing and it tastes like blood- it's halloween so i don't mind too much, i get to pretend i'm a vampire; i am very tired, i realised that my eyebrows are uneven, and my heart is made of styrofoam- of all materials!"
"oh, shit. that...wow. are you going to the doctor's?"
"for what?"
"the cough, you know?"
"isn't it more pressing that my heart, my damned heart is made of styrofoam? God, i've always loved digging my nails into those styrofoam cups, loved the feeling of
by *ohsostarryeyed
nicotine withdrawalhis fingers are drumming on the metal ring round the countertop. his knee is sharp and jostling, beating out a ruthless rhythm in time with his tongue flicking against his teeth.nicotine withdrawal
his knuckles are raw, fingers chewed senseless and bloodied. the waitress casts uneasy looks his way every few seconds. she is concerned for him; he is jittery and looks like a boy she met at a party once, where she first tried ecstasy and the boy he resembled fell into a heroin coma.
his eyes are rolling around, looking at everything but focusing on nothing. the waitress wraps her fingers around her elbow, feeling awkward and unbearably n
by *ohsostarryeyed
i changed my namei woke up dead this morning, a stumbling fear, no blue air to breathei changed my name
it was the hollow lungs and strained dreams, i didn't know how it could ever be enough no leopard skin letters, no poetry to keep afloat.
my heart is left feeling empty and beautiful
it feels like you
i don't know how you feel
i don't know what you feel like
i coughed into my wrists, watched the blood flow cease, veins purpling
it was royal, majestically enigmatic in the way that thorns str
by *ohsostarryeyed
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