| My most likely dead kitty |


M.O.Cheap mirror shattering under old rocking chair pick one upM.O.
slim edges curved perfectly beautifully broken bring to face lick lick lick blood drip down chin into lap crunch crunch teeth breaking cracking gums ripping shredding tongue sliced lips splitting drip drip crunch crunch crack swallow
Scream.
Throat ripping slicing down down down lasting forever and ever and ever
Melt into sand
Gone gone
It's okay now calm calm calm
Sleep.
Never wake up.


graphsAnd yesterday I realized that we DO actually matter to you. Not our feelings, not our human selves that need to be needed for other than statistics. But all we are to you is numbers. Numbers on your precious little graphs that make you better than everyone else. You tell us you care about us. You are'nt lying.... you brainwash us into thinking that when you say it, you mean it differently. Why does this matter to you? Can't you love anyone other than yourselves? We NEED to be loved. We need it, we're humans. It's so much harder to be sure someone loves you when the world is obsessed with making themselves look best.graphs
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12.38.i can't sleep and im dreaming of you,12.38.
swinging in pieces from the rafters -
bloody bits
sway, sway, swaying in old breezes,
you're the marionettes i always wanted;
broken eyes glinting under dust and crooked fingers clawing,
the memory of you is the brittle husk of flowers dead,
so long dead,
dusk is sunrise
and we're damned.
dance, pantomime.
a long time ago,
so much longer than it seems ago,
we were children.
wide eyed and wild wiled,
we grew time in jars,
backdrops to old gra


maybe in the morning,-maybe in the morning,
she remembers watching the sunset from her father shoulders and thinking that it was as if the sun was dying. as if its long life was slowly falling away behind the skyline and that it sprayed colors across the ever-darkening sky to remind people that death is a beautiful thing. that in the morning, a new sun would rise and everything will be bright. when she dies, she wants to go out like a sunrise. she wants people to watch in awe as she changes everything just one last time and makes death beautiful.
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she's older now, and she imagines that death is like being awake at night; the comforting si


two weeksmadeline wants to paint a picture on a canvas. she wants to build a tree house and wants her netball team to win the final. meet someone new every day. she wants to realise pink's an ugly colour and throw out all of her clothes.two weeks
- she wants to make her first phone call to a boy and hold his hand and go to his house. she wants to get butterflies and wants to share a hot chocolate with him. she wants to have her first kiss. - she wants to listen to music until its all she can hear. she wants to fail tests and say fuck studying, she wants to get a detention and wants to tell her parents that she handed in the

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your lips say no,
but your beard says yes!
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YukixRehiro
ha..love being random...Just be yur self(:
--
your lips say no,
but your beard says yes!
--
YukixRehiro
ha..love being random...Just be yur self(:
--
your lips say no,
but your beard says yes!
--
YukixRehiro
ha..love being random...Just be yur self(:
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