wearestarstuff

Status: it's been a while
Joined: September 27, 2012
Last Seen: 1 day
Birthday: February 12
user id: 332267
Location: Pluto
Gender: M
glenno. 24.
INTP.
 
putting the try in poetry. 
passionately curious. 
1° 17′ N.  lost. 
 
dihydrogen monoxide connoisseur, asmr junkie,
maladaptive coping mechanism tester, deteriorating mess,
hoe for Pluto etc.
 
evidently horrible at introductions. 

   say hi?   

 
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poetry: messagestoanonymous

other picturesque melancholy: textisdead


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@cloudstains / @glennunedited

chapbooks
yumpu.com/cloudstains
or
scribd.com/cloudstains


I love you, H. 

"when even to exist seems a victory, then surely our luck has run thin" -- Charles Bukowski

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So I havent been on here in 5 years I like my profile said? Its wild, reading all the things I used to write that I can only barely remember. I think that was the point of me doing it back the, was to have something I could look back on and know my old self.. but the thing is that I thought I would be looking back as a better person and the truth is, I'm not. 
I thought that I would grow out of it but I didn't. Here I am, an adult reading things that everyone told me was just teenage angst and thinking to myself, how did I even get this far? Its no wonder Im strugling so hard now, I've been struggling with this my whole fckng life
I like this though, a whole other world I can escape to. I liked going back and reading old things from myself and I want to keep it.
So from here on out I'm coming back to this. This is my secret escape, my secret way of getting everything out. 
If t
heres anyone out there that feels anything similar to anything I ever wrote, reach out and we can figure it out together.
Much love
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
~its been quite a while since i've posted here. I feel ashamed to say i've been recently falling back in my old tracks and self. I've been a year and...7 months clean..I'm proud..and my confidence is much well now. I know my worth, finally. However...I have no control anymore.~


Don't you just hate papercuts like
what, you're a f/cking paper, how do you cause me so much pain.


 

The Runaways
Prologue
I ducked out of my window, a small backpack slung over my shoulder, and climbed down the tree that stood tall by my room. This was so risky. I hopped the fence from my backyard out into the street. My boyfriend Brandon was in his car waiting for me. Tonight we were sneaking out and running away together. My uppity mother, way more concerned with her image and reputation than her own daughter's happiness, would never let me be with him. But I loved him so I had to do this.
“Your 10 minutes late babe!” Brandon told me as I got into the car.
“Yeah, sorry. I had to wait for the drill sergeant to fall asleep.” I explained. 'The Sergeant' is what I called my mother.
“Whatever. You want one?” He asked pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
“Sure,” I said as I took one and lit it. I took a few breathes of it and threw it out the window. I couldn't believe we were finally doing this, finally starting our life together.
My eyes started to close as Brandon took my hand and I fell asleep. 
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Randomly signed on again and found my cringey old stories. Anyone else remember when posting chapters to short stories was a thing? Think I'm gonna try writing this one again because I actually like the original. If anyone is out there, give me a fave hahaha


I'm tired.
I always have been.
I'm tired of doing the same things,
I'm tired of seeing the same thing,
and I'm tired of being the same person I despise.
I want to be someone I'm not.
I want to be the girl who travels and reads and writes
and has the ability to produce universes with mere words.
Yet, here I am, doing a perfect job of being the same person I've been all along.



It's okay to cry over someone, even if it's a boy. This specific boy is my best friend. I will never say "was". I love him too much to let go, even though he might soon, I never will. I don't care if it'll hurt me, losing him hurts enough. Don't tell me to move on, I don't listen to rules well, and I will never let go. I promise. I promise you i'll never let go. You'll always be loved by me. I promise. 


4.29-30.18 x 5.31-6.1.18
Please don't let this be the last day.

sometimes we are so caught up in what we are doing,
that we  often forget about the things we should be doing.
there is so much in the world to explore, but we are
so concerned for ourselves and what we think is right
that we cast that idea away. and that is sad.




What on earth happened to Witty?