I have experienced love, sorrow, and madness, and if I cannot make these experiences meaningful, no new experience will help me.

- Plath, Journals

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Formerly _crumbledarling/ashasoul

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I have moved to _decadentriot.
This journal will be gone soon.
Please pack your bags and meet me over there.

This is another one of those days where I say fuck you to my friends and embrace my enemies ( Read more... )

Because I recieved too many e-mails and haven't enough time to reply ( Read more... )

So it would figure that as soon as I stand firm, my ground would falter.

I don't think I ever knew it was possible to hurt this much.
This pain is the kind that rips you apart and leaves you begging for death.

I can't fucking breathe.

Two goodbyes this week ( Read more... )

He will be underground tomorrow.
Images of rotting flesh and bloody lips haunt the darkness.

...He can't be dead.

I've heard that he thought he was in love. They passed him on the street, arm in arm with a black-eyed girl whose pearls sparkled in the snow. He clutched her fingers and directed them not to ask her name ( Read more... )

♥. I'm no longer the weak girl who would let you bury your fists in her cheeks and guns in her chest. I've stopped laughing to fill the silence, and learned to let the quiet overcome me ( Read more... )

"Tell me when it happened."
I'm not sure, really. It was a series of moments that produced feelings of calmness in me. You see, even as a child I was horribly distraught. My mother had become ill upon my birth, and the events that surrounded my entrance to this earth can only be described as chaotic. Those who were supposed to be raising me, were ( Read more... )