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do you understand?they call me different. maybe i am. maybe i'm different because i don't try to be, or maybe because when i'm not, people are.do you understand?
well, i am different. i can laugh my guts out at something that happened yesterday. but when i laugh, people laugh along.
this is different, too, probably. because i can watch thousands of horror movies and not get scared, but i can scream my heart out when toast pops out of the toaster.
maybe they call me that, because when everyone else takes the stairs up to the front door of the library, i run up the ramp instead, arms out and fl
by ~Just-L00kin
his heart was my sea.my fingers brushed against glass; the motion had drawn webs of blood. what have i done?his heart was my sea.
oh. of course. i had broken the sea. the foam, the salt, the blues and greens- they're scattered across the floor, like confetti.
fragile and delicate crystals. teardrops? blood? seaweed? froth? they could never be put back together into what they were.
worse. worse than humpty dumpty, my dear. there are no king's horses and king's men to even try and help. there is only me.
but how can i do it? piece the eggshells, figments, heartbeats before me back?
by ~Just-L00kin
Just Like Graduation.We clinked our drinks.Just Like Graduation.
"I had a crush on you in sixth grade. And seventh, and eighth," I said, sipping sangria, avoiding the apple chunks. "Really," he raised his eyebrow, his eyes differing from green to blue, green to blue. This was... weird.
First of all, we were drinking, celebrating my twenty third birthday. Second, 'he' was my elementary school teacher who had left the school, who was about 12 years older than me, who was, indeed, probably flirt
by ~Just-L00kin
Night LifeSurrounded by yellow, blue, and mahogany walls, the ruffle of vintage, floral sheets, and the guilty fizz of orange soda,Night Life
I never get tired of staying up late with you.
Because of our warmth, our drowsy atmosphere. Toes, wiggling to be covered. Legs and arms woven perfect and taut. I was made to fit into you; every crook and corner is mine.
&nbs
by ~Just-L00kin
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all the ways i couldn't sayhoney, sweetie, baby, love the dirt clod in the bathtub drain was not your dirt clod, not contemptuous mud from the garden that wreaked havoc and sought revenge on our latex hands; it was whatever was left of us, the lone doorknob scorched in the earth from the rogue arson movement.all the ways i couldn't say
we waited til my bathing suit sagged so that i could tell you this skin was not yours no freckles or constellations for your fingers to trace it's the end of the meteor shower no stray comet tails and no stardust.
please i don't want to break your fingers but le
by *ohsostarryeyed
house arrest doesn't needgrandpa is coughing in the other room, staining the white walls grey with nicotine.house arrest doesn't need
he says since his wife died, this is the only thing he'll let close to his heart.
dammit, this winter is cold, he splutters, pulling a blanket closer to his frail body.
grandpa is coughing in the other room, punctuative calls of 'please, i love you- please, please stop' erupting from the uncivilised throat of his muddy mutt.
he is a conch shell, wearing his golden-rule shoulders and perfect spirality with more than a pride, eighty-seven and still adamant that smoking is not bad for you. lungs are made
by *ohsostarryeyed
memoriumthe louder i wish i were, the quieter my whispers slip silenced footfalls in curdled grassmemorium
i am on my knees and i am whispering sweet words sweet like grapes and honey into your scarred ears
oh, hear me, will you? oh, touch me the feel of your fingers fading frictionlessly over my false skins
daddy long legs in the window crying for remembrance the rainy days are fog patterns on steamed glass
if only we lived in the notch of a belt, the eye of the sewing needle and clung like widows to each others
by *ohsostarryeyed
did you hold her lately?it is midnight still i find myself nowhere,did you hold her lately?
i find myself wishing for all i'm worth that my roof might talk, rain seeping in through silenced cracks, beautiful in the way that you are
the electricity police are calling, "we are shutting off the lights!"
one hundred eighty degrees turned one hundred eighty minutes drained
i love you
please hold me as we clash in the dark.
by *ohsostarryeyed
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- Interests: Manga, dark colors, loud people, queit places, ooks, art, water.
- Favourite movie: Push? I dunno, a lot.
- Favourite band or musician: Coldplay, Five for Fighting, All American Rejects, tons more.
- Favourite genre of music: TOO MANY.
- Favourite artist: TOO MANY. SERIOUSLY.
- Favourite poet or writer: I don't know their names.
- Favourite photographer: Ditto above.
- Favourite style of art: Anime, Manga, Painting, WHUT...
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- Favourite game: Dofus/Runescape/Ragnarok/Beat me Up n' I don't Even Know. The last two are on addictinggam
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- Favourite cartoon character: TOO MANY. GAH.
- Personal Quote: Umm... I'm born on April 1st... Is that just weird? Or a coincidence?
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