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girlthatspierce

You know what? Fuck you *lets it linger* *looks back in anger* *goes back to the old house*

I'm tired of hanging on to anger that has no where to go. god, I'm so tired.

#one blue lamp and the empty silence

sunblindsundays

corrodedparadox

We finally found what was left of you

hamletthedane

[x]

#one blue lamp and the empty silence

I don't even know if you're in the same house

or if you'd care if I wasn't.

#miscellany #one blue lamp and the empty silence

you can't pick.

you don't have a choice.

write and write

you'll die otherwise

#miscellany #writing #a helium balloon full of dreams

Love dries up

like dam in the tropics

leaving mud and muck

and the sun it burns

it burns

#friends #miscellany #one blue lamp and the empty silence

The answer is almost always: 'I feel lonely.'

and the follow up question then becomes: 'what would make you not feel lonely?'

What would make you not feel lonely?

Is that even possible?

#miscellany #sympathy for the lonely

Funny, I guess.

How quickly you become the villian when someone wants to believe they are the hero.

#miscellany #friends #one blue lamp and the empty silence

wounds. I guess. a hole that throbs. a void that swallows. A desire that can never be filled. They didn't tell me your soul can hurt too.

#miscellany #writing #a helium balloon full of dreams

I didn't know. How was I supposed to know?

Things that you love can break your heart.

#miscellany #writing #a helium balloon full of dreams

Someone tell me what happiness feels like

#sympathy for the lonely

Time moves ever onward

we can never go back

#one blue lamp and the empty silence

idk. I wouldn't call myself a poet but it doesn't really seem that hard to make.

-Instapoetry

Somewhere in the absence of thought, grasping at whites, spurred on by the tails of repeating phrases, in the blankness of things long buried and long since forgotten.

Like an unmarred canvas put aside as if waiting for some inspiration, then stored for a later time, before passed on to someone else be to more useful, the motivation which impulse yearned for a beautiful scenery long since dissolved into the minutes of the year, then five.

All of that, which was meant to be conveyed swallowed into nothingness.

Somewhere in the absence of thought, the impression lives only in the silence of the unspoken.

#miscellany #memory

I'd come to realise, like a pebble dropping into a river with a plink, sending ripples in pulses that last only a moment, without ever disrupting the ever-speeding current underneath.

I was a storyteller. A dreamer, a talker, a creative.

However, words were never my friend.

I was a storyteller, but I was never a writer.

#miscellany #a helium balloon full of dreams

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