January 2012
Trying to spark a bowl in the dark… so worth it.
December 2011
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They can see her, therefore she’s there. She’s breathing, therefore she’s alive. Barely breathing and barely alive, but they don’t seem to measure.
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I’m sad, but I’m not going to show it. I just need tonight. Just let me have tonight.
Anonymous asked: So cute :)
Write stuff here because I'm bored →
“I don’t care if it hurts. I want to have control.”
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The scene: a dim bedroom with a cluttered bed. A space heater hums furiously in the corner of the room, and papers hang from the walls and flutter from the circulating air. The white paint matches the stars on the constellation bed sheets, as well as the half-written notes scattered on the floor & nightstand. The occupant? A girl in clothes that still have the tags, hair (organized chaos) tied...
“There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark… Their place...”
– (via careful-darling-you-might-fall)
I'm sorry I ruined your everything.
