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10:54 AM
i slept and i woke and i slept and i woke. there is a notebook of words and scrawls on my bedside table. inside are post-its and ripped papers inked in to the last line.
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3:24 AM
my stomach feels like a cage of butterflies. the bars are made of iron and the spaces in between are glass. tiny insects made of paper thin orange and burnt sunset gold flutter against planes of clarity. my fingers shake against knives and whatever i eat gets lodged in my throat and i can't breathe in between silences. it's gotten worse, worse, ( Read more... ) -
6/21/14
maybe everything is worse than it seems, and maybe the first step is admitting you have a problem. -
夏天的旋律 / summer melody
它是夜晚的在她之後
之前的黎明辦法
睡在一條河的不確定性
晚上唱歌的沉默
未知的夢想出沒
看不見的我們屬於
輕輕地唱著歌，靜靜地，向下
夏天的旋律響了。
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it is in her wake of night
before the dawn approaches
sleep in a river of uncertainty
singing in the evening silence
unknown, dreams haunt
unseen, we fall
singing softly, quietly, down,
a summer melody rings. -
so save me
there aren't many things you think of.
first it's, am i really going to do this? am i really going to die? and you ask yourself that question. it's the same question you may find yourself trying to answer in bed, before you fall asleep, or on the rooftop, feet away from the edge. either in comfort or in distress, questions always pick at you.
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notes for etstb (sefthe)
the title is even the stars, they burn (some even fall to the earth) l o l i just - i need better titles i'm sorry
so here is my collective notes in a coffee-induced rush at maybe eleven at night to eight in the morning as i slaved through this oneshot? it's the next day (night? 2:30 and no sleep yay) and i am more prepared. so here we go.
( tokyo, london, new york, paris, oppa pls )
