cocopuffs

Status: nirvana
Joined: January 1, 2013
Last Seen: 6 years
user id: 344401
Location: snow
Gender: F




you got your


head in the clouds


 
Purple Tiny Hand Bow Tie

cocopuffs's Favorite Quotes

Dad: I still got the moves
Dad: *trips down the stairs*
MY THROAT TIGHTENS FILLING UP WITH PAIN AND I WANT TO SCREAM BUT I CAN'T AND IT HURTS SO MUCH AND ALL I CAN DO IS THINK OF PICKING UP A BLADE SLASHING OVER AND OVER AGAIN WAITING FOR THE PAIN TO TEAR IT RIGHT OUT OF ME BUT THEN IT COMES BACK SO I SLASH AND SLASH DESPERATE FOR A RELEASE THAT I CAN'T REACH. I'M TRYING SO HARD TO SCREAM AND TO CRY BUT I CAN'T. there's something about the blood and that shiny piece of metal that grasps my full attention until finally it all stops. i feel numb. tired. finally. i feel nothing.
I can write about you for hours and hours and hours. The taste of your mouth, swollen and red like white fleshed peaches, the thickness of your brow and the way you sigh. I can fill a hole page - a whole book about you. The way you look, the way you smell; sweet and floral and naturally enveloping

I could write so much it'll overlapand then it'll start to look like this - the book, I mean. It'll start to get hard to read and suddenly it'll get a bit like this, but I know what i'm writing - because it's about you and i've remembered everything about you that I could
like how you laugh so loud, unabashed and in a way that should be so so annoying but it isn't because
it's you and i love you more than i love myself, which isn't much in itself because it's me. but you, oh god, you! the way your
lashes kiss your cheeks makes me die a small death every time, and I can't make sense of why you should ever be sad; why you should ever make those beautiful lashes clog and clump together with sal because you should love yourself. i think i love you too much, because i'm trying to think of something else but all i can think about is
you. you. you. you you you you you you you you you you you you you


you

Drabble #19 – Sully

The air around me congeals until I can feel it dripping down my face, sweat and tears mixing and blurring. Blurring and burring and stinging and singing of melancholy. There’s a silver lining if you shut your eyes hard enough. A few notes float through the brick walls and reach my ears. Midnight musicians, they call them. It’s a saxophonist this time. They play like it’s their story to tell, and it probably is. They know the music and it knows them, knows the night and the waning moon and my tears. I wonder if they can hear me.


This quote does not exist.
Bae: Do you love me?
Me: Yes
Bae: Do you love me more than food?
Me: You're really pushing the boundaries of this relationship


if this is

love, then the

current will bring you

back, bring you back

to me




 


 

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones,
'cause most of us are breathing through corrupted lungs.
 










 
              










星をのんだ少年

The Boy Who Drank Stars
 

Drabble #9 - Flip a coin; make a wish – Part 1

The word twisted is better defined by my car on that day than a few lines in a dictionary. Coiled around the guardrail on Interstate 94, it was lost somewhere between Bismarck and Minneapolis, just beyond the North Dakota-Minnesota line. Go to it and all you’d find now is scrapped asphalt and bent metal, a dent in the endless line. When you’re sitting on the side of the highway with a bleeding temple and sore everything, you realize that the universe doesn’t care about how much you paid for your 2010 Chevy Cobalt, or that you still have college debts.