watching strings vibrate in the light reflected on the pickguard of the tv on
aewoviawegbvawoijblarg
couldn't get this window open fast enough
rargh


IvyI'm talking to you, my many inspirations When I say I can't, let you or self down If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my grip I would never, ever let you downIvy


Ideaswriting bad poetry about the new crush just thinking of them gives the heart a rush blood goes to the head, or maybe it's from a simple glance from them leaves you stunnedIdeas
yes, these are things that everyone feels but at first it doesn't even seem that they could be real the power in emotions, they leave you blind to the other alternatives that you'll never find
reality burned, at best it's fried greasy chicken after church on a sunday night things so obvious but you just can't see oblivious to what is and what will never be
and what should be, in one


Tres Palabras"You're Killing Me" three words so profound not at the moment, though quite as it soundsTres Palabras
Similar, yes as when you said them to me but not exactly the same similar as they may be
Hard to find these words as always: lost and confused don't know why it's this way or why it has to be you
Really, I'm sure it's not what you think I don't want to be this way..
it's wretched, it stinks
Bloody razors and bedsheets
trying to figure it out and cope but it doesn't do a damn thing
give a drop of fucking hop
--
*life is short so am i*
~why is it that we always seem to forget what we want to remember and remember what we want to forget?~
adopt a
fear the
Evil Couches
Kill Them Now!!
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-Alexandra Gaudiosi
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