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11 September 2009 @ 08:04 am
just this once. don't hurt me.
 
 
20 August 2009 @ 06:45 am
    "Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. And then you think, “Is that sentence too long?” and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time." 
 
 
30 July 2009 @ 08:16 pm
Keds:
who are we?
……………………………………………………………………
8:14 PM
Kayla:
no one.
collectively.
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8:15 PM
Keds:
that doesnt make sense does it?
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8:15 PM
Kayla:
i sure hope not
 
 
24 June 2009 @ 06:23 pm
 
 
20 May 2009 @ 06:27 pm
 

who am i?
 
 
18 May 2009 @ 09:04 pm

"I didn't want to wake you up.... but I really want to show you something..."

oh, how you've changed. )
 
 
04 January 2009 @ 02:24 pm
I saw his face today for the first time in five months.



And he still looked so sad.
 
 
16 June 2008 @ 03:26 pm
 it's the way that she lays on her left side so 
 that the planets will align with her spine
breathing in and out of chimneys in cities
blackened lungs and soot for eyes see better out of cracked windows
i want to bury you at the bottom of the sea beneath the sand
lock your heart into a treasure chest 
until this world stops the shaking
and technicolor eyes bleed dry of 
every sunrise shot up in to those
coral reef veins.
atthebottomofeverything but chewing on this pride 
36 times exactly until you swallow
until the dirt claims every ounce of draino in my veins.
every feeling is like to our feet swept under the welcome mat
my bed creaks like the sea but oh, only if this were the ocean
and the tides were your lips.
 
 
 
 

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