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[Keep puremassacre on if you would because I have no idea how long this'll last]

I'm not sure if this new journal will teach me how to be more honest or if it'll teach me discretion. Either would be an improvement.

He said "I know all about little girls. For one thing, little girls should be seen and not heard." He pulled a roll of duct tape and a knife out from a drawer in the TV stand. His strong hand held me off the floor by my hair as he wrapped the duct tape over my mouth, slicing it from the roll with his big knife, and kissing me through it. God, he ( Read more... )

She turned to Rearden."Is it an inferiority complex or superiority one, Henry? Do you believe that nobody can want to see you just for your own sake, or do you believe that nobody can get along without your help?"

Last night, Ian Curtis wrapped his arms around me and let me rest my head in the crook of his neck. I felt the vibration in his throat as he told me, 'This is the way, step inside.' I felt the pulse in my ears and my head began to throb. My brain melted and leaked out, ruining his shirt. It was a very nice shirt.

You are every ounce of horror, every reminding second of a completely terrible life. You're the single most constant mistake of why (most) my body aches, and from the old iron shackles you locked around my heart to the chunks of my life you picked out from your teeth, I remember for a second just once about the person I used to be.

Many times he had tried unsuccessfully to let go his hold on her. They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the white nights, but always when he turned away from her into himself he left her holding Nothing in her hands and staring at it, calling it many names, but knowing it was only the hope that he would come back soon.

This will be a friend's only journal. Comment and I'll add you.

I guess it is pretty self-destructive to rain on what you create
What if I said it was more productive, would you make a fool out of me?
'Cause I'd make a fool out of you, with your cool guitars and rock-star eyes