February 2012
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“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via almostgolden)
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forgot to remember you and your to-do list. insane and in possession of controlled substances. you focus on love and laughs and the little things that used to be over looked. i don’t want to listen to anything else but a melody of memories in mansions of magnolias. seventeen and wild and free for a prisoner. the chimes of charms on bracelets are my theme music. paint and ink smeared on...
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January 2012
skin-n-bones:
I’ve been biting out the inside of my cheeks. I’ve been sitting instead of standing in the shower. I’ve been pretty sad lately. I’ve been ignoring your phone calls, deleting your voicemails without listening to them. I’ve been acting like I was tough shit. I’ve been living inside of seconds, bed sheets, feelings, sunsets, the looks you shoot me in the rearview mirror. I’ve been no...
centrist-humanist asked: YO THE INTERNET IS SHITTING ITSELF. You can add me on skype and we can IM there if you have it, AlexTrollbek, OR OR OR maybe after dinner the internet will be better. I am enjoying chit chatting with you because we never do SO PLEASE WAIT FOR ME YO.
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What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...
