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good luck
you'd better play your cards right.
but you don't even know what you're playing for. -
Helplessness isn't just a state of mind
I am not damaged. I am not damaged. I am not damaged. The more I say it, the less convinced I become. But still I say it, and I will keep saying it until the day comes when I truly believe it; whether I am sane or have completely lost all my bearings and all form of sensible reasoning ( Read more... ) -
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i will feed you in the mornings.
and devour you at the strokes of midnight.
if to love you is to sin,
then i am an infidel and never want to see heaven. -
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"i want to help you recover. if not from yourself then at least from your past."
curiosity killed the cat. and this cat is living on borrowed time. -
Serendipity and The Start of a Series of Sleepless Nights
Here I sit, finding myself smiling for no particular reason; for multiple reasons. I can't sleep because I've been looking up good music, reading about the Golden Spiral, subconsciously falling in deep like (or maybe consciously). It's a quarter past and I'm wide awake. I have a class at 9am and I know I should get some rest. I want to shoot a text ( Read more... ) -
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i have found him ( Read more... ) -
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Cyclic changes; out with the old and in with the exciting new foreign playthings. daylight savings; 7.33pm and the sun is still setting. it feels like reuniting with a former flame; sweet and inviting, knowing that better weather is ahead of us ( Read more... ) -
I have grown into a sappy old hag.
today i denounce love and all its associates.
and to love i say,
"fuck that, shit". -
Next flight out of Tullamarine
i can still smell you in the coffee cup lids;
under my nails,
on the pillow on your side of the bed,
on my cardigan,
in the still air
the moment i open the door
though you are no longer there
see you on the front page one day, baby. i wanted to tell you that i'd fallen; but your head is way too high up in the clouds to notice the mere mortal that i am.
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Long-distance (Self-)Loving
I bought plane tickets for this weekend to see a boy whose last name I don't even know. I don't even know if Chris is his real name. And he thinks my name is Zara. He's been texting Zara these past few days and I'm thinking, maybe I really do want to be Zara. Just for now. That's the thing with having a million middle names. You're automatically ( Read more... )