January 2009
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I want nostalgia, forever.
Well, at this moment, there are 6 billion, 8 hundred, 42 million, 1 hundred, 24 thousand, 7 hundred, 34 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls – and sometimes all you...
December 2008
8 posts
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Hello vodka, it’s me, Julia.
Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor. You’re blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me. I’m a waste of breath, of space, of time.
They call it a break up because it’s broken. Every night I lay awake until the sun comes up and I am constantly wondering- “When is this going to end?”. I’m over the sleepless nights. I am never rested anymore, I’m...
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Hearts are for breaking, yeah?
I have been left with a foul taste in my mouth after last night. A brutal reminder of someone I once was, and the barely there existence of someone I once loved. First love does not entirely define us, in time it teaches us to harden the fuck up & to not place all our eggs in one basket. First love should not be the last.
I just had a flashback which I previously didn’t remember. While I was...
Pretty Little Thangs
So the time is 3.11am, 23rd of December 2008, and still pretty warm outside. For the past 2 hours, I’ve been sitting here, thinking about why the generation I live in has to be so brainwashed. In the past couple of minutes, I’ve lurked across give-or-take about 9-10 kids profiles, who’s photo’s, when investigated show how they jumped from one “cool” thing to the other. I’m not going to name...
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Empty In Between
Too many times have flown by when you weren’t there. And times have changed, and so have you, but so have I..
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…that eternally mind-wrenching symbol- the question mark.
Boldly it sits itself behind my eyes where it burns its lasting uncertainty into my shreds of soul. When I begin to reach for it I inevitably tire and fall back into my bed of selfish self-disdain. I cannot let it succeed in trapping what little good I have in me beneath its nasty weight. I want to be captured by someone as entirely...
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Empty promises, Translusent smiles.
I wish I could fall asleep to the sounds of your heart, and wake up to the feel of your breath on my cheek. The thoughts that were all too relevant yesterday have been pushed aside by your smile, the way you pick at your fingernails when you get nervous, the way you turn your head when you think. My chest feels heavy as you take my hand and days turn into nights, and then days again. Time...
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Lets be friends, I could even be your best..
I live in a ocean of illusionary friendships. You know the kind; I know you do. The kind when you’re happy to see or hear from a person and the feeling is reciprocated,but you know that you scarcely ever cross their mind. The kind when you have love for that person, but you don’t love them. The kind when you have to be doing something or going somewhere when you’re with them, because just being...