faenfaen

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

french kissing lung cancer

today is grey I hang my head low and stare into my own life

people passing by and assuming the worst in my head

I drink black coffee just to get the bitter taste of reality out of my mouth

you used to understand

coming back to my grave I long for a life outside of this place wanting to be free

you used to make me feel better what happened?

it’s raining like mad but I no longer care

smoking to seem cool seeming too cool to smoke

I keep standing in the rain

if I remain here at the same place for years would you even notice it?

before we used to plan our future

and now I’m planning a trip to Ikea alone

there was a burning fire between us before then you burned down half my house

now all that’s left is my wallet

if I drink will someone pity me?

if I die because of cancer will someone tell me “told you so”?

you used to be we used to be something together but fucking hell it’s just in the past

every memory it happened

that’s it

today was grey because I thought of you and for all I know you might as well be drowning in unpayed bills and my retarded love for you

I hope it will be alright one day

for me not for you

I don’t need to think about this anymore because I’ve had enough

I am begging you please come back to me because that way I can finally blow your fucking brains out

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

Step into my office

av Terje Thorsen, Samtaler med en sauebonde.

en halvdød legende heiv med snabelen på bordet på Texas Brødre i Tøyengata jeg blei sjokka før jeg så hvilken harmløs penis han hadde så jeg ville slenge snabelen min på bordet for å vise ham utstyret til en ordentlig poet

men kona sa nei

jeg drakk enda en halvliter, jeg drakk to, tenkte bare på å vippe pølsa opp på bordet

jeg så det for meg alle helt stille

bare den pesende snabelen min som plasker rundt i ølsølet på bordet på Texas

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

En sånn type

av Terje Thorsen, Samtaler med en sauebonde.

jeg er en av den sjølmedlidende typen jeg går turer i regnet jeg har noen vaner som ikke er helt skvære stikker ut for å kjøpe mjølk og avis ender opp i Paris hvorfor prøve å forandre meg nå

jeg sitter og dagdrømmer jeg har dagdrømmer opp i mente sigarettaske seiler ned på jentementepentehente

jeg stikker fra byen i helgene og glemmer nøkkelen i døra men hvorfor prøve å forandre meg nå

folk snakker folk stirrer

men det hefter ikke meg jeg vil ikke at min rare verden skal hefte deg

så folk får bare lure folk får bare le eller sukke oppgitt til de henger opp ned

husker du ikke hvordan jeg alltid klovna hvorfor prøve å forandre meg nå

husker du ikke hvordan jeg alltid klovna hvorfor prøve å forandre meg hvorfor prøve å forandre meg nå

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

Iskrem

av Terje Thorsen, Samtaler med en sauebonde.

kona har gått ut for å kjøpe is og telefonen ringer han er død de fant han på gulvet

overlykkelig kommer hun hjem iskrem! vanilje! sjokolade!

jeg forteller hva som har skjedd og hun setter fra seg posen sier at når folk slutter å prate er det alltid noen som er død

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

Lydspor

av Terje Thorsen, Samtaler med en sauebonde.

jeg kjørte bilen min gjennom natta jeg var bare så hypp på å treffe deg veien var mørk men stjernene lyste jeg var bare så hypp på å treffe deg det spilte ingen rolle hva vennene mine ville si jeg dro til deg no matter what jeg var bare så hypp på å treffe deg

du bodde på et fancy hotell jeg kjente deg ikke særlig godt  jeg var bare så hypp på å treffe deg vi hadde alltid preika på telefonen men jeg hadde aldri, aldri vært helt aleine med deg jeg var bare så hypp på å treffe deg

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

Schedule

av Bård Torgersen, Hei horunger.

(suppetryne dette ekke hele greia men ork ikke å skrive flere sider X3)

dag èn bli statsminister i norge

dag to bli president i eu og melde norge inn i eu

dag tre bli president i usa og melde eu inn i usa

dag fire bli president i india og melde usa inn i india

dag fem bli president i kina og melde india inn i kina hente i barnehagen det er min tur

dag seks spille bordtennis kanskje se på overvåkningsbilder tatt med satellitt

dag sju hva med afrika

det driter jeg i

er du sliten

ja

[cxlvxry]

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

the grass was green and her neck was broken

[promptsgalore]

Write drunk.

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

I dare you to write when you’re sober.

[faenfaen]

Deal. I will prove myself to you starting tonight. It can be done, I know it!

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

Did you ever do it?

[faenfaen]

Couldn't complete one, but I wrote several sentences I'm using later/tonight. I can still do it! Just not in one sitting... can I still prove myself?

[urpocketfairy]

kinda wanna cuddle, kinda wanna stick my hands in your pants

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

suppetryne

[faenfaen]

Both for sure!

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

Daddy fucked me over.

With a broken bottle penetrating my brain and a fist making me vomit again.

Slamming it against my stomach, making me submissive as fuck, turning me into this shitty form of a human being.

My mind got so numb having pills fill me up drinking more than I weigh I go to bed by blowing my head off.

He gave me pity in form of lies making me cry without me even realise; it’s bullshit, all of his words, just there to try and make it worse.

I just can’t stand it anymore. Feeling hopless now ain’t much better than when I used to be someone he ‘’loved’’ to adore.

One day, I will drive away from this place, to find out where the fuck he went and stab a rusty knife into his face.

My head wont remember but that is all fine, cause when a dick is inside my body starts freaking out, spasming like it’s going to die, what the fuck, just calm down, alright?

I feel the pain that once were there, splitting me open, saying I’m tight, thanks for the compliment, now can you please knock me out?

I drown myself in the bathtub after years of beating myself up, waking up yet again, I’m wet and pissed off.

[promptsgalore]

Write drunk.

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

I dare you to write when you’re sober.

[faenfaen]

Deal. I will prove myself to you starting tonight. It can be done, I know it!

[mojosodope178-deactivated201504]

[daddyxdarren]

me

[promptsgalore]

Write drunk.

[dutchstore]

when you stop petting bae

[wonderlandweird]

the sound it makes tho

[thornylol-deactivated20170329]

This dog is me

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

suppetryne when you stop cuddling cause ya gotta use the toilet -.-

[faenfaen]

That's actually the sound I make when I'm being cuddled but all I want to do is pee. I like peeing, ok??

[4nnalouise]

[sexybutt-princess]

Haha xD

[et-stille-stjerneskudd-deactiva]

suppetryne hehehe ;))

[faenfaen]

et-stille-stjerneskudd cute!!

[faenfaen]

Me: why am I so tired and weak all the time?

Me: *eats nothing of nutritional value*

Me: *has crazy irregular sleep schedule*

Me: *never exercises ever*

Me: I just don't get it

[faenfaen]

Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, build the gears in your head, now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating. Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy, wearing silver rings with nobody clapping. When we moved here together we were so disappointed, sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed. It killed me to see you getting always rejected, but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected. I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes, I just held you in the door frame through all of the earthquakes. But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night. I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight. But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can. You say that no one's gonna listen, no one understands. So there's no open doors, and there's no way to get though, there's no other witnesses, just us two. There's two people living in one small room, from your two half-families tearing at you, two ways to tell the story, no one worries, two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry, two people talking inside your brain, two people believing that I'm the one to blame, two different voices coming out of your mouth, while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.

Antlers - Two