Lately... Y'know lately...Lately...
I've taken to not wearing a jacket when it's cold
Not eating when I'm hungry
Not drinking when I'm thirsty
Not sleeping when I'm tired
Just so that there's always something I need
Even if
It's just a fraction of the amount that I need you
But it gives me something to think about
And life's little distractions
Make it more bearable
fragments.i. It started with a fickle thing, that cherry-stained lazy kiss. Hands entwined recklessly, and a brief glimpse of bare skin -fragments.
Hipbones jutted awkwardly under that pale blue dress.
ii. he had brown eyes. brownbrown eyes. and the world could never be sad or wrong or terrible when his eyes were looking into mine. and so I wrote tragic lullabies and verses on the backs of my hands and down my wrists, in case he ever felt like reading them, in case he felt like calling them beautiful. and I'd say they weren't about him but those little lies would burn my lying lips. and I'd stay
insanity.The room was eerie; dark and silent and most probably haunted. His body, although skeleton-like and clearly decaying from the inside out, was a giant alone on the tiny mattress, the mattress he’d pushed into the far corner of the room. He found safety in the corner of the barren space; by daylight you could see that his mattress sat in solidarity, a lone object jutting out from a poorly panelled wall – but it wasn’t daylight anymore. His only real possession, the mattress provided comfort from the creatures lurking in the shadows during the otherwise-lifeless night. He heard them scuttle across the crackinsanity.
Really? An update?
Happy
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"At what point does all of this stuff just break down and become just a lot of stupid shit that somebody made up?"
-George Carlin
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And no matter what they do,
they can't get to you.
So fake it
Charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie charlie charliecharlie charlie charlie charlie.
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And no matter what they do,
they can't get to you.
So fake it
write anything lately?
No I haven't.
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And no matter what they do,
they can't get to you.
So fake it
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise."--Lewis Carroll
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