| "And crawling on the planet's face, some insects called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space...and meaning." |
The Story of the SweatshirtsMy sweatshirt smells like you. I guess really it's your sweatshirt… But I have it with me all the time now. It smells like you. And for the first time in my life, I love it. How strange. Sometimes I walked away smelling like nothing. Couldn't understand why. The smell was good while I was there, Then once I left it disappeared. That was the last time.The Story of the Sweatshirts
And then, Once there was a boy, long ago, Whose smell on me I didn't know And didn't want, and didn't need, I realized this too late, you see… Poor, poor boy, I left him there.
It feels Like March in DecembeIt's December, but it feels like March. And I don't know why. Could it be the heat that we've caused has dissolved the snow? How can I hate you and feel this way. With the littlest thing, I feel my heart collapse under a weight of unimaginable pressure And for some reason, it goes into overdrive. You don't even have to do anything important. Just stand there turning water droplets into mist in the air, And I will melt. Just like the snow that seems nowhere to be found. I can walk without seeing my breath right now, And everything's fine. Even though it's December, but itIt feels Like March in Decembe
Understanding...Me.And now that I think about it, I wonder Could you hear the sound of my heart breaking from the other side of town that day?Understanding...Me.
Could you hear it shatter into a million pieces, With each piece being firmly pressed together by my iloveyous? Those constricting iloveyous? Pushing the shards of my broken heart together And cutting the confines of my chest? My ribs whom I've always thanked for holding my heart safely inside of me Being scratched and torn by the many shards of that very same heart. That heart that you gave those iloveyous to.
And I cannot rip them from my being,
Me in my Wasteland of Fantasy*I whispered silent nothings as we rolled along the floor, We rolled along the floor, We rolled along the floor, I whispered silent nothings as I died along that floor, as I wondered, fell, screamed GOD WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR*Me in my Wasteland of Fantasy
…
I sat there. I thought that I spoke but the words hung in silence above our heads. There was nothing. I heard nothing. I saw nothing. You said nothing. I did, too.
And I cried invisible tears of silent wonder Oh god, how is this even possible? I just sat there. I did nothing. I moved n
| "And crawling on the planet's face, some insects called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space...and meaning." |
| BLAHHH. :] |
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Oh, Combustion, woe is me.
Ich bin eine vergessene Märchen
Put this in your signature if you laughed your ass off when you realized Yagami backwards is, "im a gay"
It took some work, yes.
I love Harry Potter! It is so great! *____*
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Oh, Combustion, woe is me.
Ich bin eine vergessene Märchen
Put this in your signature if you laughed your ass off when you realized Yagami backwards is, "im a gay"
The Gryffindor crest has a friend of mine now! XD~
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