likewhoa...focus on writing only.
not watch 50 kabajillion people.
just take it easy.
oh fyi this is Jean. aka shes-not-breathing & onegurlrevolution...
lol I've know da since I was like 15...
<3
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8am wake-up callI wake up face down to polyphonic tones echoing in annoyance. And in my desperate attempt to life my partially naked body off the bed, my muscles collapse in weakness placing me back where I started. making me wonder what events left my body nearly immobile. But as I look to my left seeing an angel smiling back at me and to my right finding black leather boots and whipped-cream tossed aside in the most careless manner, visions of the nights events came flooding back. It was a night of lust played out in the most porn s8am wake-up call
by ~dreamingofnostalgia
Stop.Repeat.Break.about face I say completely turn around so much that you're where you started anything but this I say anything at all because going back to yesterday could cause a collision of sorts... leaving.me.dead. I scream out emotions to the imaginary you. I only wish you were standing in front of me so you could hear every pained word forced out of my mouth. And I would hope my words would hit you so hard that you couldn't stand for days. I promised myself never again. neverfuckingagain. I would never be the oneStop.Repeat.Break.
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by ~dreamingofnostalgia
AfterthoughtYour words drip off your tongue in such a poisoned way that it makes me question what internal being provoked such words, further proving your anti-social graces. And the way you stumble over every phrase, choking on every meaningful word and glace slightly downward as you whisper>/i> words you didn't even expect to flow forth from such a liars mouth, it makes me re-evaluate everything you more ever said or did in such a manner that causes normality to be laced with neurosis. And I was never the one to doubt the innerAfterthought
by ~dreamingofnostalgia
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An Everyday WeeknightI'm suddenly feeling the bass line as it matches my lips. My eyes. It's matching my ears as I feel the breeze come through that window. And the rain. Oh yes, the rain. It was pouring into more places than you'd think.An Everyday Weeknight
People make mistakes, you know. It's a talent, really. The subconcious lying, the very clear and concise words one feeds on. I just need to be the bulimic. From now on I need to throw them up. Better yet, the anorexic. I don't even want them coming in. I want to starve myself of mistakes.
It was pouring into my eyes and my hair and the arch of my back. And it had a firm grasp on your hand that was (I'm
by ~timrkey
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why, what's up?
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my list is fucked up when i look at it.
and shane's your big bro.
always.
i'm already up to my elbows in the shit.
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