| you tell me |


wombat sex on the moon-collabwombat sex on the moon-collab
so she was a writer and a dreamer and the product of our words she wanted to marry a cowboy and cure cancer she poured glitter onto the floor in front of her and pretended that her magic boy was behind her always she was nothing that you could hope to you could expect in a single lifetime
she wrote lyrical notes in her textbooks danced in the sunlight, and sang in the rain she was everything you wanted to be and more
and did I mention I loved her? I probably should, it makes all the difference because while she was dreaming and loving and fighting I was cur


Shut the Hell UpShut the Hell Up
I hold my tender wrist to myself, cradling it like a child shaking I pick up a blade from its resting place looking at it, I can see the remains of my last time exhaling I close my eyes, taking hold of it and let go across my skin in a fast fluid motion I love how my skin hugs the blade, how it moves with the metal and never asks questions about why or how much
blood seeps from the skinny lines and
pain throbs from my wrist
breathing deep, I run my fingers over my past scars then over the raw flesh newly cut open I roll my sleeves back down
and get on wit


Fuck Itput on my clothes, do my makeup kiss my lips, fuck my body pull me close, hold me tightFuck It
breath me in and make me believe I'll be alright


Let's Just GoI wanna take off, come and get you just go somewhere, anywhere but here and be someone else, anyone that we're not---;; we can empty the sea with a teacup we can ride on upside down roller-coasters & do everything anything nothing just to get out of this concealing door that just. won't. fucking. open---;;Let's Just Go
i want to be free, i want to be new and oh so different;; i just want to be, anyone i'm not let me take your hand, I'll lead you to solitude
I'll take you away from life itself,
and you can be who you really are who we r e a l l y are---;;
[I
| you tell me |


a letterdearest dear,a letter
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered a


dahlia girl.i used to let you backhand me across the face because crying turned you on.dahlia girl.
your palm stung and burned my cheeks bright red, but it was strangely beautiful. you called me your little dahlia, your little
candleflame, and kissed my jaw where your fingers left treadmarks.
you said: "love means making sacrifices."
i said nothing, just wiped away a few
premature tears and traced the fireworks
blooming on my face.
you used to fall asleep in the grass with me, and we'd wake up with petals stuck in our eyebrows and grass stains on our &n


kitestrings.you confessed that when you were little you would pull apart monarch butterflies because they were much too beautiful--kitestrings.
so beautiful that they made you feel uneasy.
(you always did call me the most beautiful thing you'd ever known.)
it's almost december now, and the only reason i wish you were here is so you could make snow angels and i could rip off their wings. ---
you wanted a kite for your birthday, so i got you one that was shaped like a bat and we took it to the beach, watched it crash into the surf over and over until it was bent and broken. i rescued it from the tide an


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
| Hey stranger. This is me. 15 years young. Simple teenager. Photographer. Poet. Nothing more. Nothing less. |
P.S.
i couldn't help but notice your personal quote reminds me of a book i read. its called perks of being a wall flower.
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"Aping my soul; you stole my overture."
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating... not really.
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you were the first to favorite "belle" i was slightly surprised no one showed that they liked it but i just figured it wasnt that great. thanks for the re-encouragement. =]
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Don't leave me here alone...
Don't go where I can't follow...
- Samwise Gamgee [LOTR3]
If love is a labour
I'll slave to the end
I won't cross these streets
Until you hold my hand<3
Northern downpour sends its love<33
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I'm killing myself to live...
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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~Easy to feel, hard to explain
*dAWriterStrike
*project-improve
*The--Adventure
~Live-Love-Write
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