...concerning the other 5%... |
you're amazing.entirely amazing. my crazy life doesn't deserve someone as awesome as you.thanks for putting up with me. Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 11:01:00 GMT |
...concerning the 95%of my life that isnt amazing... |
all i want to do is sleep. all i want to do is not dread waking up to the disaster that is my current life. i would be lying if i said i wasn't hopeful. because i am. but hope only goes so far w... Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 10:46:00 GMT |
who writes blogs? |
i'm scared.that maybe the unattainable is truly unattainable.that i'll someday be the fire of someone's rage and bitterness instead of the spark in someone's eyethat crying doesn't do anything to help... Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:46:00 GMT |
you may be a slave to fashion design when.... |
after working obsessively, yet ironically unprogressively towards finishing sewing all your garments that are due tomorrow at 2pm.......you type fashion.com in the toolbar when trying to type facebook... Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 00:06:00 GMT |
am i???? |
am i your muse?or am i your prison?or a message on the window of your carsubtracted by the flesh of racing hearts? Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 21:02:00 GMT |
is this real life? |
What does it mean when you' ve crossed the line? What does it mean when hope is just another name in your book of liars. And deceivers. What does it mean when all you can do is wish that tomorrow is y... Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:44:00 GMT |
break |
Inside and out this is what poison is this is what it means to kill the living breath the dying fall you can’t fake it and i won’t let you. You can’t suppress the vacancy in the eyes... Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:29:00 GMT |
the perplexity of rest |
Dizzy. With solution on its way. Demented assurance calls my name. And yours. Swelling satisfaction settles in for the night. Delightful siren drinks her poison. A fake appearance of you. I see and th... Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:19:00 GMT |
ohohoh |
I’m stuck. Im inside this place where i can’t say what i really feel. Only think it. And even that proves itself to be slightly superficial occasionally. I’m beyond these words. I&rs... Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:13:00 GMT |
in like and love |
She was crying. She was crying because she was unsure if she had given up. It felt like she had. It felt like every tear that found itself trickling over her was laced with a poison that would finally... Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 20:48:00 GMT |