Elephant Journal

Just some scribbles..

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Right Now

Currently, I’m feeling pretty sad.

I’m scared about the future,

Like I’m incapable of living.

So I’m high.

Alone.

I need to work, but I can’t.

I feel like I woke up from a trip to hell;

For some reason I miss it.

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Life is an underappreciated theatrical master piece. Sing more

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(~|~`)

You are my beautiful asymmetric butterfly

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I‘d pick every fucking dandelion. My wish would be the same.

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The Neighbours Are Awake

Are they in love, or are they lonely?

I assume it's one of these two.

I guess they could also be working,

Toiling away at their present mountain.

Why do I always romanticise?

More importantly, which on am I?

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What are you gonna do? Are you gonna hold onto her?

Eva

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Skinny Love #2

I heard of this thing when you die

And you're holding onto something, 

You grip it really tightly, as much as humanly possible

Right before you unclench and let it go forever.

I think it's like rigor mortis or something along those lines.

That's what letting you go is feeling like;

I know I have to let go, but my hand disobeys.

I'm grasping you harder,

More tightly than I know I should at this point.

Instead of weaning myself off, I'm holding you more tightly

So when I have to let you go it'll be even worse.

I'll miss you even more powerfully.

Because instead of preparing for the blow,

I'm trying to clutch onto something that's losing shape in my fingers.

Changing from solid and secure,

Into liquid, slowly becoming harder to contain and hold onto.

Soon you will be air.

I can only hold my breath for so long.

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I wanna touch you but I'm too late...

Touch- Shura

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Next time someone I don't want to be friends with me asks to add me one Facebook, I'm going to tell them I only use Google plus.

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It seemed to be a New York kind of love.

Francesca Giacco

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Oči Yeux

Let me take my glasses off so I can see you better.

Not with my eyes, but with every other sense.

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Plot Twist...

Twilight is actually a sociological experiment to prove that girls will buy any level of bullshit if you romanticise it enough, even dangerous and abusive relationships.

Stephanie Meyer is going to come out in a few years with a smug grin like "I was smarter than all of you all along. Now take a good hard look at yourselves, because this is the last time we let something like this happen."

*Drops mic, walks away*

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Hold your head up, the water's rising...

Neck- Elephant Journal

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Life after Death

What if re-incarnation was real, but instead of coming back as the exact same person in a different body you lived your life exactly how it was before except for one thing.

For example, Hitler is re-incarnated and lives has the exact same life as before except instead of becoming a Nazi, he pursues his art career.

Sort of like being in an alternate universe where everything is slightly different because of one tiny thing that's changed except in one universe.

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V/Livid

Fireworks.

Not in celebration, but anger.

Burning bright, twisting and turning

In the sky and inside.

Explosions.

More accurate, equal connotations.

Less complex, more raw and powerful.

Inside and outside.

Which are you feeling?

Complex rage of fireworks leaving memories

Or simple explosions. That are ultimately shortlived?

Fireworks. Always fireworks.

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The darkness in you is greater than the darkness in me. I don't know if I find that comforting or deeply terrifying.

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Platanistidae

I feel things.

You make me feel things!

I like Motown ballads. I kinda like cherry tomatoes. I LOVE working out.

I don't appreciate the cold. I dislike Mac computers. I HATE dolphins!

What? I don't even feel things that make sense.

Who hates dolphins, the our brethren of the sea?

This is how you make me feel.

Like Tin Man finally receiving a heart.

I feel.

I feel everything.

Every hair on my head, every fibre in my clothing, every emotion known to man.

All my nerves are back again.

Cross my heart and hope to die

I need these feelings in my life.