Needed somewhere to vent..

Writtenred. 19 but I always say I'm 20. Student In love with words :)

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My Boyfriends boxing blog!

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Posting even without internet! I'm so sorry followers, wrote this today and kinda loved it which is a massive thing! Lol xx

I'm sorry I can't say it enough, it tastes sour on my tongue. The sick hole in my chest Is crumbling My feet feel numb, but not from that intimate euphoric wave From the adrenaline that seeps, foreign, Into my veins. I'm sorry I spit out the sour saliva

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I miss you!

For those of you on my followers list, sorry I have been on for ages!! Just moved into my uni house and internet hasn't been installed yet!! Promising updates asap! Got some good new stuff! X

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Mmm peter capaldiiii!!!

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"So Madrid isn't a country??"

Laura Lewis- 5/8/2011

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"I'm sure my customers never think about it, but these snapshots are their little stands against the fow of time. The shutter is clicked. The flash goes off. And they've stopped time."

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ive decided to write down things as they come to me during the day, then edit them and post them all at once :) so sorry for the sudden stream of poetry/writing!!

hope you like them. i like them ha!

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i asked you what you wanted.

you replied, "everything".

my palms

my words

my desires

you sucked me bare, abandoned me, unidentified.

i spoke in third person.

and you told me you love every one.

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heart

you pump inside me

releasing endorphins

impuritys vanish

you could stop at any moment, i know id die if you did.

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i watched my mother lace her boots,

tugging at the sticky strings in the heat

making the security around her foot fiercer, impenatreble/

the shine from her boot flickered over her sunken eyes. 

i realised she was decaying.

the downward spiral had begun and the inevitable end was rising its

looming face to her.

but she wasnt frightened. she embraced him, as an old friend and waited

for the moment he would take her by the hand and 

guide her to the next destination.

wherever that may be.

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Pick five of your favorite shows and answer the following questions about them. In no particular order:

#1 True Blood

#2 Buffy The Vampire Slayer

#3 Sex and The City

#4 Friends

#5 Come Dine With Me

Who is your favorite character in #2?

Spike. He's bad, which i love. But when he gets his soul he's beautiful. I hope someone loves me as intensely as he loves Buffy.

Who is your least favorite character of #1?

Sookie. She's whiney and way too self involved. Always "omggg why meee?!" not, "how can i help my family from dying?"

What’s your favorite episode of #4?

the episode when phoebe gets sacked from the coffee shop and she sings "STEPHANIE knows all the chords!"

What is your favorite season of #5?

All of them. Every episode, the narrator, dave lamb makes me pmsl!

What’s your favorite relationship in #3? 

Carrie and Aiden. She had such a good thing there! So glad he reappears in the second film!

Who is your anti-relationship in #2?

Xander and Cordy. I hatttteee CORDELIA!!!

How long have you watched #1?

Since the first series aired on HBO. 

How did you become interested in #3?

I saw the first film actually, and id always wanted to watch it, so i splashed out the entire boxset ha!

Who is your favorite actor in #5?

DAVE LAMBBBB

Which show do you prefer out of #1, #2, or #5?

Buffy. Loved it since i was a kid.

Which show have you seen more episodes of, #1 or #3?

#3 because i bought the entire boxset ;)

If you could be anyone from #4, who would you be? 

Phoebe she is me!

Give a random quote from #1.

Sookie: Godric's your maker isnt he? Eric: Dont use words you dont understand Sookie: you love him dont you? Eric: Dont use words I dont understand. 

Would a #3/4 crossover work?

God yes!

Which has better theme music, #2 or #4?

Buffy. I just love buffy!

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so.. its monday again.

my last monday here.

but its 28 days til i'm really home.

til i can feel the world again,  til i can smell the stupid flowers til i can taste whatever i put in my mouth til i can understand what i am.

i can sit and watch the wood rot and decay feeling similar i can sit and feel the breeze brush my skin away or taste the ash forming on my tongue

but until the 28 days have broken their hold on me

i dont have a single clue whats going on each day. but the world still turns, it wouldnt stop for me. would you? 

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Reblog if you're a nobody on Tumblr but you're still very proud of your blog.

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ms-basswaldorf:

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you tighten your grip and i find i cant breathe.

i dont know what i expected when i forbid myself you.

i watched your soles leave imprints in my carpet, knowing they'd be there for life

and i still didnt stop you leaving.

the smell hits me like a wall of nostalgia.

the sweet memory chokes me. tighten  your grip and i know i cant breathe.

i watched those words coil out of my mouth, my lips dripping

from the buckets of salt i spilt.

all i wanted was for you to kneel, suck the drop from my lip

and tell me you forgive me.

instead, your jacket leaves fibres, your underwear leaves a scratch, your soles leave imprints, scars. 

this room reaks of you.

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1940 by Terence J Sullivan on Flickr.

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Sex and Smoke in the Elevator. by Photographer Dwayne Tucker on Flickr.