I can feel it in the way your blood and heart beats ( Read more... )

Porkchop and/or Michelle:
Call me! I need to know what's what for tonight.

So I hear some of you can't get ahold of me. I'm not that hard to find: johnnycankill

PS: I don't want or need to be saved. None of you are heroes.

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields under the trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons ( Read more... )

It's that feeling again. Where your chest is so hollow your ribs could crack like paper mache. Your heart is in your stomach and nothing can make it lighter. Where thoughts wander back to that bottle of vodka in your desk drawer, promising to help you sink that heavy heart and raise the dead. It's the times when you're so detached you can literally ( Read more... )

The house is still at midnight, by one we’ll be a wreck ( Read more... )

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You Belong in 1967

1967

If you scored ( Read more... )

( Random, but I like it. )

we live like vampires/and we we we love like killers/ we all die like infants/ and we trust like mirrors

It's the love of guilt that forms a habit of being dramatically over dramaticI don't know what to say anymore. I'm so sick of feeling insignificant to you and having these guilt trips. You're my best friend whether or not I've ever been yours ( Read more... )