| sometimes we just need to restart.
www.xanga.com/theartof__being
don't be shy.
<3 |
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| I've let your candles burn down to the core;
ashes, until it extinguishes itself
leaving a black ring on the surface of my wooden dresser.
And its permanent; like these scarred knees, like
cigarette burns on my palms, like
split fingertips from un-tuned strings, like
the stains of orange and black paint on your
clean white socks.
But the smell is familiar; its the burned flesh
of cheap imitation mahogany with the slightest
hint of cherries intermingling and tangling itself
into every corner of my room.
So I've grown attached to my empty box of matches
and my two nearly empty lighters.
They are a constant reminder of how many times
I've lit you up,
inhaled the smoke you breathe,
and [hesitantly] let you idly burn away
in my ash tray of a heart. |
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| ne;oiruhrehbdrhresj.
i wish i understood people.
i wish i wasn't always second-best.
:[
i love my bffffa&f.
rach is too gorgeous for her own good.
laura bacon is officially my SISTERINCHRIST.
+THANK HEAVENS FOR FRIENDS. |
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| HAAAAAIR CUT.
i've never had it this short,since i was little. heh.
ehhh? lol.
shortshortshort. |
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