like breaking glass
like going home
like dusty vinyl and old books
like under the covers on an overcast afternoon
like watching an old movie in a dark room
like a blanket fort
like falling asleep in a car
like looking at the textured plaster at four in the morning
like closing your eyes
like faking a smile

...thats what rain is like

feelings grow, regrow like starfish arm regeneration extensions of silently masked quasipolar personalities breaking loose in dreams that haunt your waking life teasing you with involuntary impulses to act out...side the box.

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i swear, if i have to remove one more of those blue plastic donation bags from my door handle, i will fucking eat you

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ive gotten used to this cold in london. im pretty sure the heat will be unbearable upon my return ( Read more... )

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like a stream that cannot find the sea

she twists and turns through the dry landscapes of unrelenting dreams, never waking

ive got an extra-dry ginger ale, a genius three-hour long playlist, naked lunch, and four hours till sunup.

people are celebrating a holiday with no significance whatsoever, and a lot dont notice how tickled pink i am watching them celebrate midnight and turn it into an orgy of pointless festivity. as for those defending it as an occasion of reflection and resolution, it is a good explanation as to how slowly people in general learn from their mistakes ( Read more... )