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Somebody freakin' post!

I know how hard you dream ( Read more... )

when you come back and the world's gone cold as ice you look around it's like a massacre there's blood on the floor and the walls and the ceiling and the snow it's all yours it's what you have given away you're dead inside just a point fixed in space without a story and without a home you scratch your wrists but nothing comes out this time the ( Read more... )

I'm so sick of being here, being like this. Spending every night awake, crying with Max or crying to Jonas or crying into my pillow. If I'm not crying, I just lay there. Lay and smoke and drink Monique's wine which I have been mixing and then watering down, and stare at my ceiling and wonder what the hell is happening to me. Max and I talked for a ( Read more... )

Love is a fantasy you have while smoking your third cigarette.

(its a long way) is there anything
(for an answer) worth looking for?
(is there any news?) worth loving for?
(is there any word?) worth lying for?
(is there trauma?) is there anything
(or a struggle?) worth waiting for?
(am i missing?) worth living for?
(was the body found?) worth dying for?I guess that's sort of what I'm trying to figure out ( Read more... )

do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by? do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios? shut the window love, keep the world outside. I don't want to think about anyone, but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the ( Read more... )