a glass can only spill what it contains.

hmm I like it.

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my heart is heavy.
I'm tired of this constant falling feeling.
I'm tired of this not feeling anything feeling.

if I had a few boxes...only a few...that I could put anything in the world into...what would I put in them ( Read more... )

I'm tired of pretending that I think it's funny when I tell people about certain things I do ( Read more... )

If I stood still in one place
would I begin to grow
would I grow like a tree
would roots shoot out of my feet
would my leaves be evergreen
or would they fall in the fall
making red and yellow blankets
underneath it all

I am no good.
I hate this whole breathing thing.

I wish I laughed more ( Read more... )

every pulse that pulls my senses together one by one ( Read more... )

I read my oragami book ( Read more... )