you should talk to me. ok?

do you know? I cry when I see pictures of them.
there's that gentleness I tried so hard to be but it doesn't work when you're by yourself, it's not the same thing at all. gentle shared love beauty, I'm so scared I'm never going to be one of those beautiful young teenagers in love in pictures that make people stop and stare. when someone finds ( Read more... )

you know, I rarely do anything to jeopardise what I have ( Read more... )

At times I feel as though I would like nothing better than to be completely alone in the world, but maybe not as it is because as it is it's built for people and I would be always reminded of that when walking all by myself on footpaths of other people's footprints who just aren't there anymore, and the countless houses that don't belong to anyone ( Read more... )

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sup 'new' hair+empty stare.
my handsare cold but I don't feel sorry for myself
and that's how i choose to remember it.

so spit me out
there's no more then.

que c'était un dimanche sombre
et rien était importante,
non mes yeux ou la trajectoire de leur lumière 
passant ignorés à travers les vôtres
mais quand même, 
pour quelques instants, 
ces rayons croisent et tu me vois encore 
et j’existe encore, 
pour quelques instants, 
et ce n’est plus grave si je pleure toute seule, 
et ce n’est plus grave si je suis ( Read more... )

Soldiers come quickly, I feel the earth beneath my feet.
I’m feeling badly, it’s not an attempt at decency.
And if you’re well off, well then I’m happy some for you.
But I’d rather not celebrate my defeat and humiliation here with you.