QUESTionable

@fulysa

Dark aesthetics. Theatre tech. Music. Questionable life choices.

288 posts

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had

The best you ever had is just a memory

For a moment I was not lost

I was waiting for permission to take off

When we were new to each other

In the city after dark

You were so condescending

You wrote me in, gave me a part

See, I always gravite toward

Those who are unimpressed

I saw you as a big fish

I saw you as a conquest

And I know for you it's easy to walk away

You would never ask permission or rue the day

I was out of my body

Reciting lines of remorse

I was losing my mind, yeah

I was halfway out the door

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick for the places we have never known.

Hi, can someone please validate my fucking masculinity??? Thanks

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crew member, putting a shipping label on rented curtains: do we have packing tape anywhere? SM: just use the gaff, they’re a theatre company, they’ll understand

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Tampa Florida / 2018

They say it’s the take and give

But emptiness knows just where I live

And emptiness knows me

...

Was it just chemicals in my head?

I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore

Before you take a swing

I wonder what are we fighting for

When I say out loud

I want to get out of this

I wonder is there anything

I'm going to miss

I wonder how it's going to be

When you don't know me

How's it going to be

When you're sure I'm not there

How's it going to be

When there's no one there to talk to

Between you and me

Cause I don't care

How's it going to be, How's it going to be

Where we used to laugh

There's a shouting match

Sharp as a thumbnail scratch

A silence I can't ignore

Like the hammock by the

Doorway we spent time in, swings empty

Don't see lightning like last fall

When it was always about to hit me

I wonder how's it going to be

When it goes down

How's it going to be

When you're not around

How's it going to be

When you found out there was nothing

Between you and me

Cause I don't care

How's it going to be

And how's it going to be

When you don't know me anymore

And how's it going to be

Want to get myself back in again

The soft dive of oblivion

I want to taste the salt of your skin

The soft dive of oblivion oblivion

How's it going to be

When you don't know me anymore

She believes that life isn't made up of all that you're used to

And the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days, and days

She thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway

But outside it stopped raining

And she says baby

It's three a.m. I must be lonely

When she says baby

Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain's gonna wash away I believe this

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