your walls look too thinIt's December and I don't know which is worse- the fact that I can still feel your gasping fingers, pulling through the tangles of my mermaid hair or that my clock still shows eleven-eleven andyour walls look too thin
I am tired of wishing
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It's the week when the trees regret not wearing mittens, the lines in a permanent wrinkle on my mother's forehead and Noah's Ark is being recreated in every fucking hallway It's the time when I miss picking myself up again and again for you
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It's your birthday and I forgot. I'm cross-legged and crumpled
ode to christmas
autumn for breakfast.
Spring Fever
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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Sometimes your worst enemy lives inside you....
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You know what children really are?
Drunk little midgets.
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Me likes cookies! >.<'
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"Whenever you think it's over..."
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Your reaction to my action is what I want to see
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