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We Were Never Meant For ThisPlease don't break my little jaw, big man.We Were Never Meant For This
It's much too attatched to my little heart. Now, now. Let's pretend it was the alcohol. We'll say what we need to get out, If only for the sake of our little brains Attached to our rather large mouths. But I'll deny it all come hangover.
I wore the dress. The one that you want to bury me in, I'm a little sadistic, but you've got a thing for the masochistic. Well, let's just call this romance You know, just to get it over with
We laid in the grass for the last time We drank, we smoked, we fucked. W
by ~AnaPlasia
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twigThis is a dust bowl the ground and I alike. Gritty teeth and skin, you can kick me up like stones.twig
My neck is bare, submissive. Your hair is like brush strokes
in the morning. Your affections seem
a cold delivery. Like a dark crow with a love letter in its beak.
You kick up loose gravel. Oh, this ground! Our similarities!
I pick up your olive branch, frightened of this inherant kindness. Frightened of how much I know, I could love you.
by ~ChainlinkRomance
titleI cup my conscience in my hands. Jipetto, trembling from a pinprick. A realization I've found within you.title
Skinny legs, your shock, utterly defeated. It is no matter. I cannot cry for one who has died beneath my eye once before.
I am a cuckold. A mocking bird- Singing of my own triumph in the light of
crackling wood in your fireplace.
All beauties have their weak points. Even Venus of Milos lacked arms.
And you, my friend, were granted IV, novel to your chest a nurse aid by the bed.
by ~ChainlinkRomance
to my motherMy mother is a beautiful woman who has been restrained by her own accord for what seems like thirty years. Cuts of fabric shield her body neck to foot her insecurity masked as modesty.to my mother
I stand behind her. I, taller than she, attempting to shove a pin into her two hundred dollar dress. I am trying to acquiesce her fear of revealing lingerie. The dress gathers. Unsuccessful, the pin and I are guilty.
Sulking out of my room a fifties woman in an expensive costume, we both know that
she wants to change.
by ~ChainlinkRomance
Hannah Montana is carrying satan.
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- Current Residence: Midwest- Indiana, Wisconsin; East - Connecticut
- Interests: Music, Art, Poetry
- Favourite movie: American History X
- Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance, Coheed And Cambria, Anberlin, Fall Out Boy, Taking Back Sunday, NonPoint
- Favourite genre of music: Genres are too unforgiving
- Favourite artist: Ilya Repin
- Favourite poet or writer: Muddy Waters
- Skin of choice: Showered Silk
- Favourite game: Thursday
- Personal Quote: it would have been awkward if I had stopped him from putting the moves on me
- Tools of the Trade: My mouth, my eyes
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Everyone thinks Im such a horrible person, but I have the heart of a little girl....in a jar....on my desk.
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Everyone thinks Im such a horrible person, but I have the heart of a little girl....in a jar....on my desk.
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Everyone thinks Im such a horrible person, but I have the heart of a little girl....in a jar....on my desk.
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test tones and failed clones and odd parts made you.
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And you all want the lovely music to save your lives
i like your gallery
ur really pretty
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-Allison Eve
If you don't like something change the way you think of it. If you still don't like it, change it.
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And you all want the lovely music to save your lives
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And you all want the lovely music to save your lives
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