| so these are my words and they mean a lot to me. so please, please, please do not use them without my permission. |


tomorrow sounds like you.tomorrow, i'll be lying to you through a clenched jaw prepared for you to notice this amongst other nervous ticks. i want to be found out when i say i don't miss you, when i say i don't need you, or love you. i want you to know what i'm saying when i'm not saying anything at all.tomorrow sounds like you.
tomorrow, i'll be talking about nothing at the top of my lungs and you'll be ignoring me. sound waves will be crashing on empty shores with no one there to greet them and the sand will get between my fingers and in my hair. i won't be able to get rid of this feeling for days. and i'll care even when i know i shouldn't.
tomorrow, i'll s


just realign our hearts pleaseThis is me meeting you more than four years ago.just realign our hearts please
The weather was colder than it should have been with furls of wind wrapping around us. Those stubborn gusts had picked up a multi-chromatic array of leaves and tiny particles of dust, which whipped around making the whole world glitter. Your hands were in your pockets but your eyes never left my face. It was a Saturday and I was chewing my lip, trying to figure out what was playing behind all this silence. Shutting my eyes tightly, I rearranged a mess of thoughts to align our heartbeats. Standing on tiptoes, I felt your breath sweep across my face and our lips meet in the mid


this probably isn't about youthis probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.this probably isn't about you
but really, this isn't about you.
| so these are my words and they mean a lot to me. so please, please, please do not use them without my permission. |
i kinde stole your 'tomorrow'-idea for something i wrote. i did put that in the 'author's comment', though.
is that a problem? because i'll remove it if it is!
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let me know.
:hear:
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i promise you that when the clock strikes one
i'll turn it back to twelve
sorry it took me soo long to reply.. things have been rather messy lately.
i've been meaning to tell you though,
i throughly enjoy each and every one of your writings! i can honestly relate to so many of the words you write. you have an amazing talent for turning complicated feelings into beautiful words. so, thank you for sharing them with us. :]
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she's colourless.
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( it'sgonnabealright )
i'm just catching up on your stuff and you have been especially brilliant
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raphael does photography, too!
she'll never learn
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come join *project-improve !
sososo, thank you ever so muchfor the favs and watch and just wonderful comments really
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Its a bit hard to love me when youre dead.
are you a synesthete, by any chance?
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haiku are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
It made me ridiculously happy. :]
And your writing is just absolutely wonderful in a asdghljl way.
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
i'd watch you, but i already am (:
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[....how to die for a night]
your entire gallery.
& i probably will...
i hope that's not weird,
i just think your writing is amazing,
& something to be shared with this world.
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tell all your friends.
i miss the time when everything
was beautiful & nothing hurt.
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