*anachronism*

Status: Making a long awaited comeback
Joined: April 17, 2014
Last Seen: 11 months
user id: 381136
Gender: F
 Je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit.
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Nothing is as it has been 
and I guess it's just as well
but I miss your face like hell.




 
 
 
 

Quotes by *anachronism*

IN A FIT OF RAGE YOU SAY THE FIVE WORDS SHE NEVER WANTED TO HEAR,
LIKE A CODE TO BREAK THE BEAM HOLDING HER UP.

I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE.

WHY HAS THIS GOTTEN SO EASY? IT'S AS IF THERE'S A SPARE KEY IN YOUR
POCKET THAT YOU'VE BEEN USING TO UNLOCK EVERY DOOR SHE CLOSED
WHEN THE LAST ONE DIDN'T OPEN THEM CORRECTLY. SHE HAS
BARRICADED AND CONCEALED HERSELF IN THE DEPTHS OF A DARK ROOM
AND IT WAS UP TO YOU NOT TO RIP OFF THE DOORKNOB WHEN TRYING TO
GET IN.


I'M SORRY, THAT'S NOT TRUE.

ACCESS DENIED. IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES HER BODY SCANS
YOUR FINGERTIPS OR IF HER EYES RECOGNIZE YOURS; YOU HAVE
BREACHED THE SECURITY AND NOW ITS BACK TO PHASE ONE IF BREAKING
INTO THE GIRL WHO COULD HAVE SAVE YOU
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IF YOU MISS ME WRITE IT ALL OVER ME IN BLUE AND PURPLE// IF 
YOU WANT ME, SCREAM IT AT THE WHITE WALLS AND THE SATIN
SHEETS IF YOU NEED ME, CARVE IT INTO THE  HEADBOARD // 
AND IF YOU LOVE ME, REPEAT THESE ACTIONS WITH 
SINCERITY FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.

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i want to go away: and kiss the cusp of silver cities with pink lips that are not already stained with the ends of american spirits: i want to leave and caress the skies with hands that own no bruised nor bloodied knuckles from punching tauntingly blank walls: i want to taste the clouds: i want to smoke the atmosphere: i want to start thinking about how lovley it would be to hold the constellations in my grasp rather than barren wine bottles.



IT  WOULD  TAKE  TWO  AND   A    HALF 
LIFETIMES TO COUNT THE  MYRIAD  OF
STARS  BUT  I WOULD DO IT FOR YOU IF
YOU ASKED  ME TO. IT  WOULD  TAKE 3 
SYLLABLES  TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" YET 
YOU  WOULD  NEVER DO  THAT FOR ME.
NOW I KNOW THAT LIFE ISN'T ALWAYS
FAIR BUT TELL ME, HOW IS THAT RIGHT?

                 
"I would do it for you"




 
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MON ANMOUR, JE SAIS QUE TU M'AIMES AUSSI.
TU AS BESOIN DE MOI,
TU AS BESOIN SE MOI DANS TA VIE.
TU NE PEUX PLUS VIVRE SANS MOI.
ET JE MOURRAIS SANS TOI.
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YOU'RE SNEAKING OUT LATE, PAST ELEVEN O'CLOCK
WHEN THE ROCKS UPON YOUR WINDOW KNOCK.
YOU'RE TAKING RISKS FOR A BOY DRESSED IN BLACK
AND GIVING HIM THINGS YOU CANNOT TAKE BACK.
HE GOT YOU DRUNK, AND HE KISSED YOUR LIPS, 
HE LEFT MIDNIGHT COLORS UPON YOUR HIPS.
BUT YOU JUST DON'T CARE; YOU JUST DO NOT MIND.
HE GIVES YOU FEELINGS YOU'VE BEEN LONGING TO FIND.
THE BOY DRESSED IN DARKNESS BATHES YOU IN LIGHT;
WITH HIM YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIE ABOUT BEING ALRIGHT.
YOU DON'T CARE IF HE LOVES YOU; YOU DON'T CARE AT ALL.
REBELLION GIVES YOU WINGS, SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO FALL.


"HE'S ROMEO IN ALL THE WRONG WAYS"
I want to go back to the summer before we turned seventeen, sweat trickled down our backs and the thermometer read nintey; but baby we were so much hotter. There was always sunshine beneath your fingernails and moon laced in your eyes. We would lie in lazy streams, stripped down to our underwear, with scales darting beneath the surface. And when we finally went inside, I recall that your house was a mess; there were old clothes piled everywhere and the outside merged within. You had dirt on your face as you told me that my sneakers were too clean to have travled anywhere meaningful. You told me that bodies were meant to be lived in and now I agree; I guess you were just a little more careless with breath than me. I remember you in moments; in the countless seconds before our love fell through. I think that summer a lot and sometimes, I can almost feel a time when we were both in love.


You don't look at me the same way you did 3 months ago,
do you even look at me at all?


I just want you to know that this is life. All we can do is tie the noose around our waists
instead of our fragile necks and let it swing us back and forth. All we can do is open our
hands wide and wear our heart on our fingers, loving everything we touch. This is life,
we only have one. All we can try to do is touch the minds of some strangers with words 
we carve out of bad memories and sadness hoping for someone to relate and tell us that
we can get through this. All I want you to know is that this is life and you can do this.
Do it for yourself, live it because you want to. This is your life and your mother spent 
nine months breaking her back carrying you; all you can give back is breaking a few bones
and your heart in order for you to be stronger. And this is life and it's not going to be 
spectacular at some moments but all you can do is paint your nails black and swallow 
yellow paint and lie to yourself and say "i'm going to be happy today" and do it. Be happy
because this is life and you will have to understand that you won't always have someone at the
door to open it for you, there will always be days where you have to push the door open
for yourself, and a stranger,  and days where you'll trip over her lies and fall apart from
his palm but this is life and you can not do it. Live it until you're 87 and you fall apart 
from chest pains and you will forget about your grandkids, but your lover will be by your
side reading you love letters you sent to each other when you were separated by the seas,
this is life, and this is now, and I believe in you.

 
long desires of cracked skin. she cakes make-up on her face and cuts on her arms. she has a smile that goes on for miles and an aching heart in her chest. she doesn't bleed for him, or her, or them. she bleeds for herself and all her sins. (k.l)

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