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Cancel Our SubscriptionsDon’t you wish you had their petty jealousies. A lie told so quick that it couldn’t touch me. Biting my tongue off to stop the vomit. But nothing comes up but air and smoke. I’ve seen the looks , I know the back-story. Every little girl’s got a history. And when something like this becomes the enemy The repetition will be the death of me.Cancel Our Subscriptions
Don’t you wish you were empty like me? Too bad you gave up so easily. Every morning a new promise Each evening another lie. You’re watching something drop off, But it’s not the pounds. Lifting yourself up, just to get
Sunday MorningThis town is dead. So dead. A dark house filled with cocaine nose jobs. Even darker alleys with pretty girls and wild boys. Short skirts, and high heels. It was speeding towards the bars of the cage so fast that it was impossible to see it until impact. And one little boy was in the middle of it all.Sunday Morning
It’s a Saturday night, and he’s with her. He’s with her, and every other girl besides me. Close my eyes, breathe deep. Heal myself with the smoke. The idea that nothing more than paper and grass could kill me both fascinates and horrifies me, but I try not to care. I can’t focus on much else, except for the fact that he’s with her, a
M-M-Merry christmas“ Snow smells gooooodz”M-M-Merry christmas
Avian twirled around, and had this annoying habit of popping up, and shoving my face into the foot of icey-cold-yuck-nastynasty snow. He would then dance away, doing that annoying twirly thing that only happy, pink people do, and singing some lame crap song.
I spit some of the half-melted snow out of my mouth.
“Snow doesn’t smell you dolt.”
I pouted, sitting in a snow puddle, which caused me to pout more, and only made Avian sing his fucked up Christmas carols louder. (Does he fucking kno it's November? More importantly, does he care?) I fantasized about suffocati
::I AM PRETTY::
SnowglobeYou shook me up like the decorative table snow globes the devasting blizzard smothering my snowmen and igloos crushing them till they can no longer be seen my protective fort crushed by the nickel sized snowflakes pouring down from the sky a niagra falls of pain snowflake after snowflake filling in the snowangels with the pleasure of a godSnowglobe
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by `delya
Temporary height.
~ Elle xxx
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You want to know what’s inside her head, more than anything else. And I want to know why you’re not looking my way.
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"You are the basis of beauty burned in to my mind." - KB
Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets. - James O'Barr, The Crow
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You want to know what’s inside her head, more than anything else. And I want to know why you’re not looking my way.
And I favourited them all, lol.
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