http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71kckb8hhOQ

i am full of everything. i think i am going to be ill. i break down at least once every month. i break down, literally. at night i cry and i scream into my pillow and i want to kill myself. if i do it right, it is usually only a week with the crying and the screaming and all the secret time that i spend in my bed, late at night, completely alone. ( Read more... )

there are weird noises.

the city beats a heart. where it is, i do not know. i see love no where. no heart could i see that would be filled with love. no space could it be emptied into. trash. it might be. i am weak if i am not alone, yet i am pleading for a friend. it can't be just anyone. there is fear in my fingers, i make my bread with it, i drink my wine, and i ( Read more... )

you can't really read the snows of kilamanjaro if you're in your backyard: bathing suit all strapped in and sun spreading, heat all ready, on a definitly non suicidal day. nope god just doesn't want you to.

this summer will be all about death and me finding out who she is.

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"middle of the day
in my kitchen, the island
i want to fuck you"