if you ever need to reach me.

I've kept these for years.
I need to start cutting down on each of the characters I carry.

life and pictures : pink_peas
passions and art : _stairs

look me up, I'll be around ♥ and so-forth

Noone cares anymore and I think this is why I've come out of my hybernated state. I needed to flee from the arms of everything and now I'm growing. Feathers out of my eyes and it's alright with me. I've never been so alive. I'm moving in less than a month, to futher everything about me. My mind needs to exercise, my body is outgrown this place, and ( Read more... )

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i remember writing
tiny words
inconsiderate syllables
that can only be sung against the silence of book stores and cafe fronts
black hair knitted into pencil ink
and black coal eyeliner
his lazy smile playing across my memory
all I remember is his mouth.
and that's all I know.

why do you breathe in poor attempts and lie at life before your eyes? "Street is love" is my connections and noone knows what I'm speaking about anymore becuase all I get out of it is that I'm selfish, manipulative and immature. I am falling out of grace and I think I've left my mark here long enough. It's not fitting and the puzzle is just getting ( Read more... )

She won't stop pursing her lips and yelling about whispers. I fucking despise her and she's making me resent ever being a part of her body. She is not my flesh. I am made of him. His stars run through my veins and I am just eating it up. Stupid contradictions and their hypocritic minds are flooding our scoreboards and I don't want to just watch ( Read more... )

Last night my hair smelled of cloves, marijuana, alcohol, artists, and boy. We went to a girls house and I sat next to the singer of A Modest Promise. I didn't know it was him and I spent half the night watching these amazing strangers toke up. The old lover opened me up, my innocence returned in my eyes and they cut through anything that dared ( Read more... )

the world is turning dead tonight

I can't stop thinking/with my tongue/full of rust/ neglected by your love./Breezes mark their stamp like/broken waves/that crash above your toes/ as if they need you!/ But pull back so fast/ as if they were actually interested/ in telling you their secrets./Leaving me to cry/on my beach house chair/ wishing that I was in my only loves' arms/ under ( Read more... )

I have turned my mouth to cotton as the nights are cooling off like cinders and applesauce. I miss the randomness that my love showered me with and when he is not allowed to speak to my heart, I feel my body caving in. So much has been ruined and I am along for the footfall, the world which hath lived in my body is emptying out in the form of blood ( Read more... )