ive been super busy with writting and graphics. im gonna post a whole shit load of them right now, feel free to comment if you like or dislike them.
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Gaze upon the floor, seeing the footprints of the thief who stole my fingers and my way to inscribe letters.
1) Backward clocks wont mend time without you.
2) The difference between capitols and underscores.
3) Kissing you is poisonous, but I am on my knees begging for more.

Go to purevolume and enjoy my life 'her love for black and white'

Your face is mangled by the fist that created you. precious, close your eyes you know your much
better than this. In days the tide will change and the roles will be replaced.

Catch me once, don’t let me fall. Dripping tears form salty skin, no kiss unforgiving.The face that you carry has been wearing thin. No problems, no doubts and I can ( Read more... )

For my heart, for my destiny and everything that has torn me apart. For my heart, for my body, for the lonely backstabber who has a place in us all. This isn’t a message for the normal teenager who lies through there teeth. It’s for that one kid who always keeps their fingers crossed even with a car heading straight their way. Keep on smiling, ( Read more... )

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Scissors made there way across my dome, cutting away old life. But no worries a new life will be had. New hair will grow and this cut will set the fashion of the so-called “scene”. No fucking joke kids, i do not lie.

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edited for ljYou’re the only person that I would let give me a heart attack because I know your hands could wrap around my heart and press it to beat again. Past actions are often pushed in the way of true feelings, but I understand how you feel and what you’re going through as I’ve slept in the same beds you have. Sometimes life is tough and ( Read more... )

Knowing that you cannot do it with your own hands, a paper shredder might work as your tearing my heart into pieces. You can watch as every inch gets formatted in little bloody lines making a pile in the bottom of the trashcan. As you reach for everything that ever mattered you may stumble on a piece of paper with pictures and words from our past ( Read more... )

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