i fucking hate school.

tell me, just how many people it takes to call it a genocide?

fuck with me
fucking fuck with me

talent cowboy boots spoon nose
my stomach hurts

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does ( Read more... )

i'm in love with matt iles. can't help it. i wrote him a love sonnet and just a page of words.

have you ever thrown up after cutting yourself shaving, been too afraid to let someone know you, wished for less pigment in your eyes, felt that you could never be clean, wanted to leave everything so you could have something, felt too sad to eat, wished for the impossible, wanted nothing but to hold someone's hand, seen the sadness in your eyes, ( Read more... )

pale skin, reddish hair, southern drawl, blue-white eyes, carhart overalls, tiny smile, quiet voice...beautiful.

so again, i' m taking it in. my stepmom's lonliness, my father's stiff resentment, my mother's psychotic jealousy, my brother's carelessness, my little brother's fear, my little sister's tears, my older sister's distance. i adopt the life of a single laundry load, stubbing my toes, crying myself to sleep, boiling over soup, a slap in the face.

"you've always liked fantasy ( Read more... )

i once knew this boy and we got along quite well. then one day he stopped talking to me, except for some random occasions. i don't know why. maybe he was lonely. anyway, he's talking to me now, and something isn't right. something, some underlying element that used to permeate our conversations is gone. i wish that never happened ( Read more... )

i'm choked up.
i would give up everything i gained materially these past few days if you would just wake up and be with me. i don't care what we would do.. i just wish you were here.
fuck. everything i try to write suddenly turns to shit. everything i type isn't right. i can't capture anything right now.

why the eff is that an angel?