February 3, 2014
Lets Love Like books do

I sat down drunk at these keys,and feverishly tried to compare her to a book, something about a pretty cover, and how her friends gave me horrid reviews, how we both know where this leads, and about how I like to ruin a good story by reading the endings. But you wouldn’t be a book girl, shit. On the real, your a novel made trilogy made series, because I need to milk your story as long as I can. I know this is cheesy but your ink makes me feel some type of way… like I know it sounds like im joking but im totally cereal. Alright well lets try to make a metaphor, metaphorically speaking if life was a book, is it alright if i scribble on your spine, write H.A.G.S on pages that weren’t mine, scribble nonsense on blank pages, like real gibberish. Typically I take really good care of my book, but as much as I try to stick with this metaphor, Its defused with thoughts of you. I guess what I’m asking would you hate me If I left a mark? If so, could I just get a minute to check you out. And you can write in mine, draw rainbows and suicide notes, just please follow the rules when writing in mine;
1. Write as if you were anonymous
 

February 15, 2013
viciousvelvet316:

Ahh I suddenly don’t remember 

viciousvelvet316:

Ahh I suddenly don’t remember 

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February 8, 2013
Fuck Mondays

It’s only Friday,
But fuck Mondays.

January 30, 2013

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January 26, 2013

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January 26, 2013
Waiting for my virgin love.

Maybe I’m just hormonal, an easy way to say I’m screwed up. I got 99 problems, but ill start from number one. I wanna find love. Not ordinary “love” it’s thrown around to much.

I’m talking about compassion with a passion, the love in movies and stories that inspire childhoods. The I care about you before my own selfish ambitions, because when I’m in love her being will expel the angel hidden within me, she’ll exorcise my demons, and for that I will say “I Love You.”

My naive ideas of love, probably don’t exist in this world. Call me a romantic.

The love I’m talking about is a mistress, nay a goddess whose mere presence dethrones tyrants, welds the cold metal of two broken hearts. She is Mary Jane, that’ll heal my pain but, she’s flighty because that’s her nature. Such a presence leaves marks, stains, and bruises. Marking me as one of the forsworn doomed to looking for you in ever girl, ill see after you.

Yet I’ve lived life unscathed by any of this, my virgin shirt still as white as the day I expelled from the canal. Maybe I’m crazy.

Maybe I’m damaged goods.

That’s more likely, anxiety, clinically depressed, and many other psychological defects that would define my character. But still I can’t help feeling alienated, from human beings most natural feelings, my emotional tunnels clogged with drugs, hate, and supernatural realism.

I’m fucked up. But I know I’m not alone, I can’t be the only one who feels like the media-sold common day use of love doesn’t apply to me. That love is something invented and if its real, it just haven’t found me yet.

Well here’s to hoping, Here’s to the human experience.

January 10, 2013

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January 10, 2013
dimeang1:

-ॐ on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/48625754/via/ThesmallestRere

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January 10, 2013
r3b3l-nati0n:

Dream on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/48785790/via/cumbabycum

r3b3l-nati0n:

Dream on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/48785790/via/cumbabycum

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January 9, 2013
Stop the games

Lets fuck

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