*Yours Truly*

Status: Happyhappyhappy with a surprise center of 100% sadness from concentrate
Joined: December 16, 2012
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user id: 342267
Location: Hell
Gender: F
 
{you will only find broken things here.
Enjoy your stay}
Pisces/Writer/A little absent
I'm in love with everything I've ever had, and everyone I ever met
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Quotes by *Yours Truly*

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The sunken in couch cushions remind me of
your absence when it's late at night, and I'm
waiting for texts that won't come. Somewhere
you're asleep in a bed that we should've been
sharing, but the only thing that fills the
places your warm breath should have been is
the dull ringing in my ears from your silence.
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iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
with no spaces in between, no room for any
exceptions.
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Call me crazy. Call the universe cruel.
Call my mother on the phone, with
an apology she’ll never believe. Call
me soulmate, I never believed in them
anyway. Call to ask how I’m doing.
Call for all of your kitchen dances
and hazey car kisses back. Call
my name in your sleep, call it when
you unravel.

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You ask my why all of my writing sounds
sad, but you don't understand the way it
manifests. The way my words are strung
fairy lights, in an empty house at
midnight, trying to make all of the dark
edges beautiful again.
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I've been thinking about your kiss pressed
to the flat of my shoulder blade at 3 a.m.,
and what forever feels like, and what the
difference is between the two. I remember
standing in the snow, both of your
hands encasing mine, with all of our
promises in our palms. They were precious,
and sparkling, and we kept them warm.
I want to worry about white bedsheets,
and burning dinner, but I don't know how
to do that when I'm worrying about getting
through each night. I still have the picture
from the night you tried to save me.
I'm sorry, it didn't work.
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We are soft, malleable things behind our
brittle masks. We dance to the music of
of our dying days, and the champagne tastes
a little bit like sadness, but maybe if we
drink enough of it we will drown. I'm sick
of wanting things I can't have. I'm sick
of feeling sick, with my life, with myself.
I'm sick of gritting my teeth for people
who would sooner punch through them.
I'm sick of smiling for a world that doesn't
want to look me in the eyes.

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I'm sorry I can't get out of bed today.
All of this baggage cripples me like a demon
on my back. I thought leaving would
make things easier to bear, but I've never
heard of someone choking on panic
over the feathers they carry in their pockets.
I keep with me all of the hatchets that
were ever buried into my skin while I
stood helpless, though none of them
will ever be evidence for the murder
of the girl I once was--I keep them for
the feel of blood on my fingers.
It reminds me of home.
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I want to grow up, and move out,
and fill my work desk with plants
I take care of better than I take care of
myself.

I want to drive away and change my name
so it can mean something and I can too.

I want breathing to be easy.
I want to hurt when the sun sets,
not when it rises.

I want to grow into my ears,
and out of my clothes,
stop wanting stupid tattoos
and picturing myself laying on train tracks.
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I'm terribly sorry for my absence,
you see I was a touch too busy for witty.
I fell in love with someone nearly a year
ago, and to this day, I get excited for
every single date, but I'm still trying to
figure out how to write about being
happy.

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Well, once upon a time, there was
a hunter, a wolf, and a fox.
As you can imagine, it didn't end well.


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