i lied to my counselorlife is so much more important than that.
i hate people. i love a few.
good night.
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paintMaybe a wave or a pattern recognition I thought when she said oh, my stomach is doing strange things after reading the letters to no one I wrote at work, her face painted like the brightest sadness and I wanted to take her in my arms and say, simply, no,paint
but life doesn't work like that
Maybe all I need is a rainstorm and an open window but my irises are going slanted and cold when before she said they were like chocolate and I said but you love chocolate and she said I know, and we kissed but it's not like that anymore since the milk went metal and her eyes went stale and said, simply, no
but
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this black soilwho are these girls, their eyes turning black under the pale moon, this rich soil from which every life has come, the grey light within every fog, the heat underneath every candle. what is this ground they stand upon, the weight they steal from the boulders, the locks they cut from the keys. she dances with them and she doesn't even know.this black soil
she knows how easy it is to let yourself melt into the cold when you're lying on sheets with blue stars painted on them, but when she feels this cooling she runs into the fire and never looks back. she burns and she is a phoenix. she freezes and she lives forever. she dances and she doesn't even
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the never everlastingI was watching us because we’re something like a never everlasting and I always liked stories that never really ended because they were more like what I was living, at least, up until that night where you touched my cheek and said, you’re drunk, and I smiled or said something (do you remember what?) and then you left. There’s been more since in the both of us and separately, but I felt like something ended then.the never everlasting
I sing better in Spanish when I drink enough, but you knew that already and it never impressed you much. Nothing could ever impress you; your feet never touched the ground.
The day afterwards
by ~trufflefancy
minute poems IIblankminute poems II
He was like a dog's iris at midnight the way he hung on the edges of things-- doorways, memories, thoughts, even the end of the bed where she lies with her arm around a sleeping, blue-eyed girl, always watching, shivering against the light as she lies awake in terror because she never really believed.
and it was like butterflies
The moment was like a hummingbird's heart four seconds before the apocalypse and she was laughing such that the winds would stop and stare and the air was so still and the acoustics were so brilliant that you would never have known that there was ever any other sound
by ~trufflefancy
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Thanks for the FAV!!!
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how're you?
As to how I am...I have to say that I have nothing halfway so interesting (for lack of a better adjective) to tell. The only thing out of the ordinary I did today was go into a perfume store. It was garish and frightening. But not quite in the same way as a violent crackwhore.
Shit...I feel so inappropriate for joking, but I can't resist...
i feel pretty hardcore now though because i know i can take a punch haha. my lips is all swollen though and my gums are still bleeding haha.
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