gravity_enemy

Status: Cork
Joined: December 28, 2011
Last Seen: 1 year
Birthday: August 25
user id: 256269
Location: In my computer. That's basically it.
 

 
 



 

Quotes by gravity_enemy

Dylan Miller can suck my a.ss

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suck
Wow follow idciammyself. 
He doesn't care. He is himself. Ok
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hah
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You try to play off as innocent.
You're devious.
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Would it make you feel better if I said you were better than me?
Seems all you do is one-up people. 


But, you're just mean. 
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Read my posts that's fine. But make fun of them when we were supposed to be good friends? 
Ok. Thanks. I feel great in my own skin right about now. 
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witty
Paper is the only thing I have to talk to. All of my friends wouldn't want to listen to my story anyways. As much as I don't want o to talk or hate talking about my feelings, keeping things bottled up for years and years doesn't help much. I feel like a shaken up sprite with a loose cap...And nobody is thirsty for soda. 
People glance at me and think what they see, but of course I don't come with a lable. I don't come with a sticker or button that says 'self harm addict' or 'struggling not to become her parents' or 'truely alone', 'poor', 'troubled past', etc. The list continues. 
And I'm not looking for pity, nor am I looking for attention. But what I am looking for? I am looking for, however, an outlet. This outlet allows me to remove the "self harm addict" button. This outlet allows me to express myself in a way I have never been able to. 

This outlet is Witty. Why I come here. To protect myself. 
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vent

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sleep

It was dark, but I could still see her just from the way she whispered. I imagined the way her lips moved when she pronounced “Be quiet.” And I was quiet—though my mind wasn’t, because all I could think about was if her eyes were opened so that even the darkness could see the beauty of her face in full feature. I loved her and she didn’t deserve to die.

 

The footsteps started to echo louder and louder and I accordingly started to breathe heavier and heavier. I knew if I kept it up he’d find us—but the situation was too overwhelming and I’m just not cut out for this. Panic. Panic. Panic. Panic. I was having a panic attack. I could feel her staring at me. I had to leave. He was going to find us if I kept breathing like that, and I would not get her found. I needed to distract him so she could make a run for it. “I’m sorry, Ryan.” I stood up shaking violently as I reached for the handle on the red painted oak door. “Good bye.”


 

She pulled me back down and held me tight. Her lips grasped mine with the warmth of a thousand suns. Then I died.

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love
My mind is where I call home, and that is where I explore the jungles of faith and deserts of sexuality. The dividing line is a river of separation, and in time, hopefully will evaporate to let the two places merge, and humanity restored––But is the world too far damaged to restore anything? It is a cell phone that has fallen in water. It is still there, looks the same, but doesn’t function properly. Behind the beautiful mountain ranges and ocean waves is a world that is broken. Behind the make-up caked face and ripped-hole jeans is a girl with a soul that is broken. The broken girl is in a broken world with other broken people who break others to feel unbroken. And if what I heard is true, and duct tape does fix everything, then maybe there is hope, and we can all be fixed. 
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