Onism*

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Quotes by Onism*

format-br0kenwings LEAVE THIS HERE PLEASE. (edited by sufflesxoxo_o)


I MIGHT BE PROUD
But at least I'm proud of  something
you've taken pride in becoming
NOTHING


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Red-rimmed Eyes

As I was waiting for the
number 51 bus to arrive
after school, I noticed something:
sitting on the bus shelter seats
was a boy with dejected eyes,
red-rimmed, like glasses.
That was the September school began,
and summer ended.
Everyday till July,
I saw him there, but
lacked the guts to say hello,
since sadness and sadness don't
cancel each other out;
his eyes still as hollow
as the first time I saw them.

As the year went on, he
changed from being simply
a sad boy to something worse:
I swear, occasionally, there were flecks
of pure hatred in those eyes
when his face reflected off the side
of the grimy windows, but maybe
that was just the light..
He hardly ever looked up,
and you could never tell whether
he's had an okay-day.
Once he smiled at me, and I
shone like glow worm for the week after.

In the summer, we no longer
caught sight of each other,
but when autumn came creeping around,
he was there again, like home.
The sad truth of it is, summer had changed
a lot in me, and I had other
worries to think about..
One day turned into one week,
the bus shelter seat sat empty,
with an odd silence around it
like an aura marinating in it's change.

On friday, the local newspaper came through
my letterbox; its thump reminding me
curiously of a heartbeat. My father opened
it up and I caught a glimpse on the second
page, top right, about a boy with dejected eyes,
red-rimmed, like glasses,
who decided he couldn't take it anymore
when he looked up for the last time
and the clouds cried in his face.
But allI thought of that humid night
was why he'd drawn a bus shelter
on the bathroom mirror
exactly opposite where he'd taken the
pills.

October came around too soon, and at
halloween, all the ghosts seemed to be of you,
and I gave them all my sweets, as if that
could be enough to bring back something of you.
But I never cried, I should have,
And I never cried, I should have.


-SH
(brighterthananyone's format)
 


Quite a while ago, there was a newspaper article
I kept about how people felt more melancholy in winter than in summer,
AND THE BACK OF IT HAD PICTURES OF NEW TRENDS
In piles of autumn leaves.


I can't help but think it wasn't a coincidence,

Because on that day, you were exactly like a leaf
THE WAY YOU WEREN'T AFRAID OF FALLING, AND LETTING GO.

And at times, especially in winter, you practised letting go
far too much for your own good
(you weren't scared of jumping off that building
and now you're just another DECOMPOSING LEAF
IN THE PILE UNDER THE SOIL
)
(S.H)


50 shades of black.
50 shades of white.
50 shades of asian.

S.t.o.p   r.a.c.i.s.m.


 

 



>>> Just try to get up,                     
                you've got to slowly brush off
I know that words aren't enough             
B       U      T            Y    O   U  '   R   E  
 
 
Better than this


 
21 st  century  poll:

What does the fox say?

() Ring-ding-ding-dingeringerding
() Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow
() Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho
() Joff-tchoffo-tchoff

 
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
I would be a
dreamer
for life

You Me At Six ( Lived a lie)
 

 
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Funny story of the day:
So, basically, a girl in school was rubbing together two scissors for no apparent reason and the teacher said, "If you rub them together too much, they'll breed."

They'll breed. The scissors will breed.


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"When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven’t seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.

Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time."


-Naomi Shihab Nye "The Art of Disappearing"

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