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What if the reason we all think it's 2012 even tho it's been 5 years is because the world actually ended in 2012

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little watercolour with metallic spores

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instead of the pretty little porn we got tonight i would have liked to see some answers. i guess we’d need 30 years to get thru the plot holes. i’ll take my chances with Rescue Horse who Knows Things.

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Toby: *has sex with Alex twice and doesn't realize*

Also Toby: *becomes suspicious of Alex because of horse*

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Me @ literally anyone: Everyone has value and everyone is worthy of love and respect.

Me @ myself: Except you, you suck and everyone hates you.

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Warning

When I breathe, the sound is a whistle of air flowing through hollow rib cage. Empty, of heart, of substance. I am bone stitched together and flesh hated hanging on a body that feels like a stranger. When I speak, my voice is ragged, a timbre so low and uncommanding, for I have nothing to give, only hollow words and lies. I am melody that no one will hear. These are not sad things, they just are. The wisps of time tied me together with an elegant bow and placed me here for you to See with your hollow eyes.

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Note to Self #12 (previously #11)

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Eyes like rain a smile of poison, The smell of home, a tongue of rum and ruin. The calm before the storm, the storm The sweet smell after the storm All you.

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At first it was a fire, a scorching haze That left my heart burned and frayed in places I wasn't sure time would fix. Time has its limitations. The burn cooled- And then it was wandering endless corridors With floorboards that creaked and ached And echoed in the silence. That was the cold. Now it is you, the crisp air that creeps in Through window panes on mornings that remind Me how glad I am to be alive in that quiet Where the sun is gentle the corridors aren't so narrow. You have saved me from the burning and the cold, when I thought it was over. This love is fresh paper and smiling lips and scalding tea on a cold night. I love you.

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biggest mood ever

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Youth and You

sometimes I tire of Youth and its unending, 

incessant noise. Too many questions. My bones are rickety now-

I am still young, and I still have questions,

But I no longer seek answers.

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If it's any consolation The acne on your face Is a constellation Eyes framed by a halo of purple. If it makes you fall asleep quicker, I will never quit you I am shattered glass, impossible to clean- Done by your hand. Can I forget what I never had? Is it easier to remember, How soft your lips were before They uttered those words.

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Real estate agent: this house was built in 1784 and is filled with demons!!!

White ppl:

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