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- Shut the fuck up.
- This picture is how we speak...
- Foreign blades, similar stitches.
- I know nothing of your taste.
- Damnit, you clever girl.
- Red things.
- Between the in and the out.
- Thank you,
- Green Birds.
- "I Am Dead."
- Say When
- I can't afford to care.
- Shine upon me.
- I wanna go... Away.
- At the rim
- The best night of my life.
- Living on, living on the radio, that's my dream......
- It's snowing!
- Can't sleep...
- Keep it under the covers.
- The second-class journey to a liar's mind
- I am in love with this song...
- Mirror me.
- Something crawling underneath.
- ▼ October (30)
Saturday, October 30, 2010
It isn't the way we breathe
Made a memory
Monster Ball tonight <3 Just taught my 1-year-old little brother how to say Gaga. I was bored, he learned a new word, I wasn't bored anymore, neither was he. There's no snow over here, southern part of the country =( But the leaves are pretty...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
So I drew a line,
In italics and in an indigo shade,
Into the the area between my eyes,
And for a moment, I became blind.
For a moment I let it linger,
The paint seeped through
My fingers as I pressed my hands against the glass,
Begging to be let out.
But they only stared at me
They only smiled as their eyes grew large and dull,
And within my skull the images depraved me of color,
Too many fingerprints on my window,
I wash them off with my broken paws,
And sleep against the walls,
While they scream my name.
They give me the key from underneath the door,
Only for me to let them in.
The murder of the mind is a curious thing.
Mirror me as I sleep on the floor,
With no clothes at all,
My eyes dry and empty from strain
Press your body against my window so we can feel the same.
Been listening to this song all night: