So here's some of my work, hope you like it.  Also: Everything I've written is copyrighted to me so please don't steal it, it's just another way of breaking my heart and then burning the pieces. So if you think about it, just don't do it. |
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Counting down to dawnCounting down to dawn
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There were no drains in the room as water spread around to the feel of silence. With fingers made of cold textiles he felt the silk of her hair and watched as her skin took on the color of fluorescent lights. He thought he saw her lashes flicker, but the quarter-sized bruises on her neck were just starting to show. Her hand now had the delicacy of marble as it rested just beyond the water's edge, the bathtub gleaming like a polished shell. The air weighed down with chloroform as he felt the stillness of dead leaves captured in a moment. His socks were wet and he shivered for an audience that couldn't see. It was autumn
by ~almostlovers
Chloroform and waiting roomsHeads are bowed in the waiting room and it seems like the silence is only sinking past the tiles, because the air is growing colder and no one has the words to say a thing. Plans are disentangling like half knotted ties and the threads are coming undone while the clock ticks.Chloroform and waiting rooms
And there's a string quartet playing in the background that no one happens to hear, there's a melody playing but everyone stares. They're thinking you're going to die.
And I'm humming along to the violins with the frozen stares of those who don't understand, and you're doors away
by ~almostlovers
Lost dust in the airBreathe.Lost dust in the air
Because there are pieces of you floating among the sawdust that litters abandoned floors. The way your feet feel cold while walking across forgotten things and your lungs feel pressured into screaming without a voice, there are cracks in the wood you trace each toe across, the rough edges against your skin feeling real while everything else fades to grey. But breathe, because in another moment you may not be there.
You see cardboard fences turn to mud in a storm and you're standing looking down on where it used to be. There's a bag in your left hand with the clink of glass and you keep wiping your tears beca
by ~almostlovers
i think they're breeding- cthe doctor sits alone in her government approved lab. she is part of the Teen Help program where they save us from our mistakes and our lies and heartbreaks. she's fingering bits of paper between her thumbs and thinking of all the cures they haven't created yet.i think they're breeding- c
her team is working on the clocks, building a world with no 11:11 and in the next lab they are playing with our DNA, so we have no eyelashes to wish on, and making our hearts beat so loud and strong we cannot say they are lost or broken. they're formulating a metal structure with wh
by ~almostlovers
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Love, The BoyI think I love you.Love, The Boy
I got your letter when it fell from the sky and crashed onto my head and went straight through to my heart. I can still recite every word that you said; it's buried in my soul.
Dear girl, It's you and me now. I can still taste your kiss on my tongue. You tasted like freedom and touched me like rain. It was the kind of rain that you don't ever want to end. I know that your heart hurts sometimes when you see the past, but give me a chance to show you the fireflies.
Love, The Boy Who Stole Your Heart
Please, show me the fireflies under the moon while we fish f
by =Eefera
Slow GoodbyesMaybe we won't go out with a bang, but we will go out someday. Maybe like a candle flame slowly flickering, allowing the darkness to claim it, or maybe like a butterfly whose wings just won't take it to the sky. We won't end with screaming voices and slamming doors, but with never-ending silences where we just can't quite meet the other's eyes. It won't be a single, defined moment, but rather many moments strung out over time. Nothing lasts forever, my darling, and neither will we.Slow Goodbyes
Truthfully, I think I could always see this coming. I never meant to fall for you--it just happened and took me completely by surprise. I hadn't known
by *Gir-Gir
lost hearts.dear journal,lost hearts.
i know i haven't written anything to you in a long while. it's been a hard week and an even worse year. i hope you don't mind. i know you won't. it's just... i feel cold all over. i stopped bleeding ink when i get hurt. can you find my heart? yesterday, i think she drowned in the river.
Dear boy with ice for blood,
Please don't hate me, but I couldn't save her. It was a Sunday night and I was tired. We struggled near the pier. She was shaking and screaming, she told me it wasn't worth it, she to
by ~oneofthose-rachels
we are all strangers"if i were a stranger, i'd probably kill myself."we are all strangers
"what the fuck are you on about?"
"if i were a nobody. a ghost. an unknown. like the man who goes to the market everyday to get a brown bag full of his groceries, smiles and says thank you to the cashiers, and wears the same black trenchcoat. i wonder if he's dead..."
"is that where you were?"
"...but everyday, the cashier at that same, damned market rings him up but never sees his face. she never hears him say thank you, she just tells him to have a nice day. and he smiles and says he will, and she should too. but she doesn't fucking know, s
by *ohsostarryeyed
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Hi. I'm Ana, and I'm terribly unoriginal. I love music and pretty words and especially when they're put together. I'm also obsessed with autumn and post-it notes. I think you should smile at the first stranger you see. Or plant a flower when it's raining and see what happens within the next month. I think you should love something. Even if it turns out to be nothing at all. Because in the end, at least you'll have felt something. |
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Apathy is a death wish, but I don't care. You still haven't captured my interest. Try harder.
And so I will watch you :3
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"Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting." -Peter Pan
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Awh, thank you so much Nikki,
that's incredibly sweet and just
I think you're purely wonderful.
Thank you!
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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.
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"Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting." -Peter Pan
Amazing icon made by myxchemicalxkiss: =myxchemicalxkiss
Hey there, go check out =Writers-Club
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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.
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Be you own hero.
Be your own saviour.
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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.
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With love,
*Gir-Gir
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Fly me away,
take me away,
It was lovely.
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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.
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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.
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I think you're lovely.
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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.
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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.
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