February 2012
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People Leave So Much →
grieving-corner:
People leave a lot of stuff when they die. They leave the world to you along with all the things you never wanted. You inherit photographs, pets, furniture. You inherit their hope for you, and grown-up things like bills, even if you paid them for years now. Your siblings aren’t kids anymore and you don’t have to help host Christmas if you don’t want to. They leave you...
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Too
I am too little butter on too much bread I am too many thoughts in too little head. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
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January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
14 posts
“my mouth is a fire escape.
the words coming out
don’t care that they are...”
– andrea gibson (via helenofdestroy)
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I remember
I remember the sky felt heavy that day. There was a silence brewing within us that we tried to speak away, little did we know, it had come to us to stay. I watched as silence perched itself atop each of our shoulders like 2 ton gargoyles. There we sat, gothically clad without a word on our lips other than salt, of which a fine layer had formed, tracing the path from our eyelids to our mouths to...
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WatchSO…Its NOT just us. Great.
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“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via -soulshine)
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“Tell me a love song, sing me a secret. I promise to listen, I promise I promise...”
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Deep down I want to introduce the 90s obsession to those of the present youth …Buffy, meet Bella. End this.
phoenix-tales asked: I love you. Just sending you a virtual huge hug. And Ellen has always reminded me of you, now that I see her in here =) <3
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WatchShe’s too good.
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October 2011
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I’m going to write to you. I am writing without hope or agenda, there is little more in my words on paper than there is in my voice on the wind between my mouth and your ears, but you and I… miss. We are the living lonely, the girls who lost more than a set of keys, the girls who lost the irreplaceable and their smiles along with them. Death is individual, unique but what follows is so...
September 2011
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Because That's How It Is
I realize now how little choice I had. The clouds were led blankets strewn haphazardly across the summer sky, like an anchor to the atmosphere. The air was thick and heavy, making breathing as hard as sucking a chocolate malt through a coffee straw. I remember the trees were wilting in their earthen perches, their branches drooping like shoulders. “How awful that must be”, I thought....
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