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my mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ( Read more... )

half her heart is in your hand,
and half is in her chest.
half beating,
half thinking.
half shaping the world in her head,
half putting her thoughts to rest.

people are willing to buy numourous bottles of TAP WATER (which, ladies and gentlemen is free in case you haven't visited your local sink lately) priced at $2.09/ bottle, if the packaging looks pretty. aesthetic value has become everything: products and people. as long as it(he/she) looks nice on the outside, who the fuck cares what garbage resides ( Read more... )

fall's barely begun, but winter is already creeping up inside of me.
i've become way to reliant on the sun for energy. so, what now?
i don't even feel like getting dressed in the morning, and end up throwing on whatever offers the warmth and comfort that the sun once did.
i feel like i need to take the time to find myself again, whatever that means

i will never change to be more like you.
i will only change to be more like me.

i'm sick, but happy/

besides, a spoonful of nutella and a handful of lucky charms make everything feel better. atleast for a short while.

hm.

i want to sea you
i want to here you
i want to no you
i want to halve you
i want to holed you
i want to bee with you
i hart you

tonight is the night i know what love is.

i'm just afraid to admit it, to know it, to be in it.