*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*

WORDS ARE JUST JUMBLED UP GROUPS OF LETTERS
HOW CAN THEY CHANGE MY PHYSICAL BODY?
YOUR WORDS DO A BETTER JOB OF MAKING ME FEEL
THAN YOUR OWN FINGERTIPS DO.
HOW DOES "I LOVE YOU" CREATE DROPLETS
IN MY EYES, HOW DOES THE SOUND OF HER NAME
FROM YOUR LIPS MAKE MY EARS RING
EVERY TIME YOU SAID MY NAME IT FELT
LIKE YOU WERE REMINDING ME OF WHO I AM
EVERY TIME YOU SPOKE YOU BROKE BONES
IN THE SKELETON OF MY SANITY. 
WORDS ARE JUST A VOID AND YOURS
STILL WEIGH ME DOWN EVEN NOW WHEN
YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY .



HE SAID HE WAS SCARED OF COMMITMENT 
BUT HE HAD TATTOOS ALL OVER HIS SKIN. I
GUESS HE DIDNT SEE ME AS A WORK OF ART,
OR MAYBE HE DIDNT THINK THE PAIN WAS 
WORTH IT.



 
Do you think that in a couple years we'll make it into the back of history books marked down as the generation that fell apart,
we're all lost, looking for a way home, forgetting that we can build a house out of our own bones but we keep searching for
a lover who'll take us by the hand and give us something to think about in the afternoon when we're stuck in our busy lives
thinking about nothing, you'd think falling down and scraping you knee would hurt most as a child but as we grow up we learn
about the death of a parent and how it feels when your mother is now lying underground and your father threw sand onto her 
grave burying her with the rest of the town unlike before how he used to shower her in love and flowers but now the only 
flowers she recieves are three days old from people who forgot to come earlier. Do you think they'll hold seminars and
confrences talking about how we were the generation that fu/ked up everything good in the world, how we thought smoking
cigarettes when we were ten years old would make everything all right but were just polluting our bodies and the plants that
we should love, how we're cutting down trees and making paper and books that use 26 letters in the alphabet in millions of
ways; ways that make us want to tear it out, do you think they'll put us on the cover of New York Times and cal us the wasted 
youth and romanticize death so we're no longer afraid to die. So they'll kill  this generation, taking us down. They'll put us in the 
back of history books and tell the next generation not to fu/k up like us. There is nothing pretty about us, we are ugly, we have 
scars running along our bodies, unlike those who hide it inside, we want to share it to the world and tell others that hurting yourself
is damn pretty. We aren't pretty, never were and never will be. They'll put us in the back of history books for damn sure, reminding
those that we were the ugliest of them all.



Do you ever think that maybe falling in love isn't as terrible as people make
it out to be? What if it's as simple as picking a flower; I mean, if you're
not afraid to end a flowers life, why should you be so afraid that love
might end yours? Do you remember that we only have 100 years to live, 
and by the time you're 25 you're considered old to the generation
after you? Why aren't little kids afraid of kissing someone on the cheek, and
grabbing someone's hand? Those actions are meant to be comforting
and caring. Did you ever think that maybe falling in love has less to do with
your heart, and more to do with your soul? Not everyone in this world sets
out to break your heart like it's some sort of glass statue. Falling in love doesn't
always have to be like fairytale stories, and everyone always seems to over
think it. As humans, we shouldn't expect more from another human than we
know they can physically give. Love doesn't always consist of someone
who you want to marry. True love can happen with anyone, but everyone is
so damn afraid of getting hurt that they miss everything. Your bones won't snap
if you decide to tell someone that you love the way they smile or laugh. Your
mind will not explode if you finally just kiss the girl/boy of your dreams.
Stop being so damn close minded about love. It's not all about sticks and
stones and how they might break your fu/king bones.

 
It's🎼
More 
Than
  ♮Just       
Music 
format by BluRoseHeart*
I WOULD COMPARE YOU TO 
DRUGS AND HOW THEY ARE 
SO ADDICTING BUT LETS
KEEP IN MIND THAT NOT ALL
DRUGS ARE ADDICTING AND
SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED
THEM OCCASIONALLY TO
FEEL THAT LITTLE FIRE INSIDE
YOUR CHEST BURN AGAIN I
JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT YOU WERE NEVER THE
DRUGS I TOOK YOU WERE
THE FIRE.
AND I KNOW NONE OF THIS WILL EVEN
MATTER FOUR YEARS FROM NOW. I KNOW
THAT IT WILL NOT MATTER WHAT TYPE OF 
FRIENDS I HAD OR RELATIONSHIPS I DIDN'T
HAVE OR CLOTHES I WORE OR LIES I TOLD OR
PEOPLE I LOATHED OR PEOPLE I LOVED, BUT
RIGHT NOW IT FEELS LIKE THE ONLY THING
THAT MATTERS AT THIS MOMENT, YOU ARE
THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS.
I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO MOVE ON 
FROM YOU EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES 
YOUR LIPS ARE ON MY SKIN AND YOUR
FINGERS ARE RIGHT IN BETWEEN MINE
I USED TO STOP BREATHING BECAUSE I 
LOVED IT NOW MY HEART STOPS FROM
THE HURT I FEEL OF MISSING YOU GOD
DAMM/IT COME BACK HERE AND KISS MY
STUPID LIPS AND TELL ME YOU STILL 
CARE TELL ME YOU REMEMBER IT ALL
FROM THE DANCING CLOSE TO THE LATE
NIGHT PHONE CALLS COME BACK.

PLEASE.
My name contains a series of ten letters and five syllables, I have also managed to see 
seventeen birthday cakes sit in front of me while I make pointless wishes on burning candles
that will soon fade just like the things i've wished for inside of my never ending head. I
don't like to speak; I hate voicing my thoughts for the fear of rejection,
miscommunication, and embarassment. I do not like the spotlight, I don't like knowing
that all eyes are focused on me and that with every steady breath they take I am
struggling to inhale the air in which surrounds me, practically taunting me, I stutter and
trip over my words, I regret the things that I let slip past my lips and so often I remain
quiet, my exterior is so very different from my interior, and most wil never even get to 
know that. I like the darknes, for I blend in with it quite well, metaphorically speaking. I
like to be hidden and unseen, away from conflict, drama, and any other unnecessary
bullsh/t. I adore words, and the power they have, they can make or break a person, they
have the ability to change a perspective or bring someone down, they are beyond
incredible when used to their full advantage. I have a deep appreciation for the color
black, and how you can interpret this color in many ways. I like black roses, black
clothes, black nails, and even black thoughts. I'm infatuated with something I had once
been afraid of: thunderstorms. They are natures beloved beauty, and not scary at 
all if you take the time to memorize the way thunder roars in different beats, and how the
lightning never quite flashes in the same form, and how pretty the rain is whether it's
softer or harder than your pounding head. I also like hurricane, and how their 
destruction always seems to lead to something greater, I am a hurricane, without the 
positive end result, though. I am alone because I choose to be. I'll never undestand my 
motives or my decisions but for some reason I can't change them, they are written on an
invisible plaque and no ammount of scrubbing will erase it, even if something's written in
pencil and it eventually gets erased, that doesn't change the fact that those words were 
still there, they will always be there even if you can no longer read them. I like scary
things and creepy encounters; abandoned asylums and haunted houses facinate me . I'd
love to get inside the head of a mentally disabled person and learn how they think, how
they see things, I want to understand them. I want to understand people but I can't even
understand myself. I am a walking paradox and in some cases I'm okay with that . I like
people that are short with their statements and people that make you work for things
rather than just handing it to you. I like to think that I am different because originality is
often mistaken for trying too hard and i don't want to be misplaced. I don't fit in with any 
crowd, I am my own crowd. I don't need fake friends and false compliments, I don't need
anyone and I'm learning to accept that. I am incapable of being loved despite how many
times you tell me otherwise, my mind is set on the way I think and I cannot change that. I 
am sad, so very sad. I am made up of my depression and that is all I am, things get 
better but they don't stay that way permanatley, happiness is only temporary, it's not a 
definate feeling. I have forever felt a strong disliking towards myself and I don't know how 
not to. I do not fear death, I welcome it. I don't look both ways when crossing the street
and I'm not careful. I'm not afraid, I ache for a home that is nonexistent, and so I'll just 
continue to exist rather than live until I not only fade, but completley burn out.
IF YOU DONT WANT TO SEE MY CUTS,
DONT BE THE ONE THAT FU/KING CAUSES THEM.
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