basorexia*

Status: I'm the chipped nail polish people mistaken as crackle on your thumb.
Joined: December 24, 2013
Last Seen: 5 months
user id: 376671
Location: in your nightmares
Gender: F
Relax, darling. I've been coming out of my cage, and frankly, I've been doing just fine. ;)

basorexia*'s Favorite Quotes

you deserved the universe. you deserved it all.
your name was always caught in my throat. now it is flowing freely off my tongue, and i wish you could hear just how often. but that would change everything.
i always wanted to know you. dare i say i do?
my ears itch for your voice to say i can come in. i don't want to intrude. i don't want to intrude. i don't want to intrude. but i want to u n d e r s t a n d.
stranger is such a harsh word.
i think i'm in love. ((everyone here leaves so quickly, i hope you linger.))
i should have told you back then.

but you deserve the universe. you deserve it all.

-T.s., friends come and go

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if you're worried that
LOSING SOMEONE MEANS
LosInG Your FuTure, wHaT
you've really lost is yourself.
 
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where do you go when your house isn't home?













I can't keep a girl, no
cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut em all loose and work's my excuse
but the truth is I  c a n ' t   o p e n   u p.
   — Mike Posner, I Took a Pill in Ibiza

I'm really sleepy, but I have some thoughts to share before I go to bed.

1. I think I'm lonely because I go too fast and look in the wrong place at the wrong time. And because I'm scared of letting people close in case we don't click like we thought we would (like we think we do). 

2. I want a pet lizard, but if I get a pet cat as well, will my lizard be safe? I love reptiles. I want a gecko. And a snake. Lots of snakes.

3. I found a word for the squeezing throat and burning corners: touch-starved.

4. I have very, very few friends. And maybe none left in this country.

5. For a very long time, years, I have been the one who writes the heartbreaking stories. When my friends want angst, they come to me. Today, I learned about myself that perhaps I can finally close that chapter. I want more happy stories in my life.

6. I have known some cruel facts for a long time: telling the truths about me = dissowned. And I have long resigned myself (re: tried, failed, struggled) to the idea that I'd never live a full life for it. I am not -- cannot be, not me, not who I am now -- selfish enough to throw away my family for that. But I'm tryhing to look at it in a gentler light. I'm trying to treat myself like I would something I loved, rather than something heavy I have been forced to carry.

7. Nobody really talks to me. Not really. Or at least, very few people; not many people reach out to me. I think they care, but I don't think they care that much. Not enough that it matters how I'm doing if I'm not right in front of them... I would like to change that, somehow.

8. I want my gender to not matter to me.

Okay. Goodnight. xo






 

ya i'm prettier in pictures, sorry you can't view me froma strategic 85 degree phone angle in warm lighting 24/7 ok i'm upset about it too
 


you and your words
flooded my senses/
your sentences left
me defenceless/ you 
built me palaces/ out
of paragraphs/ you 
built cathedrals


 






I screamed so loud
but no one heard a thing




we're running 
out of words to say
& love's floating away




I spent my time

watching the spaces

that have grown

between us

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