my writing is sparratic and sometimes too real i write, but i like it. |
my writing is sparratic and sometimes too real i write, but i like it. |


005. seeeeking soooolace005. seeeeking soooolace
i am finding comfort in the kerosene taste of moonshine, too proud for chasers i am drinking fastfast because everything is so awkward,
fleeting glances on new eyes
only one pair that i recognize and she's busy, with him
i'm licking my lips and it's all starting to crash i'm blinking slow and moving my head is like twirling the world around my eyes, too fast i can't stand up on my own i can taste this boy's cologne and i kiss him, his lips
i'm watching my best friend almost cry her
mom's on her way, we're in trouble but i can't f


004. --darkdarkdarkdarkdarkhis eyes were004. --darkdarkdarkdarkdark
dark
and he would never touch them and they were always blood shot and he couldn't use drops and they were always so cold, so lifeless and empty like a marionette twirling infront of the
masses no one noticed, no one noticed but me so i didn't say anything. his eyes were dark and his hands never shook.
his words were dark
in monochromatic tones he'd spin me nonfiction fairy tales of a boy who's dad lived a hundred years away and a mother who was always busy and his only stable relationships were with his grandparents, his g
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jeans
b-rain

meteorite."you're making an impact on people," he whispers to me as he pulls me into his lap and lets his fingers slip into the waistband of my jeans.meteorite.
i put this thought in my pocket and carry it with me while i practice turning cartwheels.
an impact. an impact.
(by the end of the week i can execute a perfect cartwheel and i have decided to change my name to "meteor.")
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when he's angry at me he only types in single letters.
"i love you. the stars are covered up with clouds right now."
"o."
"please, talk to me?"
"k." &nbs
| beautiful works of art, words or otherwise, by beautiful people that diserve every view/favourite/comment they get. |
also, holyshit you have a lot of deviations. i'm raiding.
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forever and always,
nobody
Just so you know. ♥
Fact about me:I wish I could be more poetic. But only sometimes.
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Hello world! I love you.
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Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk\\\'s flight
on the empty sky.
Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
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