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[05/24/08] wah wah wah i'm not leaving the house again until i lose 20lbs.  no, not even despite you coming home... i don't know why you called to say so when we both know you're not coming home for me. 1 read post

[04/29/07] here we go. and now i hate you. oh, and revenge is sweet. 1 read post

of an empty room. [04/27/07] She would run her fingers over her vertebrae; possessing her hands with the memory of his; his fingers committing to memory every inch of her spine. And now it was his palm, his finger, index, thumb, nail bitten to the quick that opened over her neck and closing managed to capture her purified essence, like a butterfly caught by it‘s powdered wing. The memory was powder, dust. He turned endless circles in his bedroom, the spot she had slept, the absence of the camping chair she had forgotten time and time to take home, the space where she had removed her coat. like a photograph, he had said; her every movement was photographable. He would recall the sound of her bare feet carrying tea across the wooden floor, an exhale of smoke, a sigh of contentment, and now his own. A sigh of agony, absence, a sigh for everything he had been unable to love. they both pawed the bed sheets, padding relentlessly across the respective rooms, inquiring how they could be so distant when she could have sworn she saw his shadow, felt his eyes playing upon a bare shoulder, everything, everywhere. 0 read post

[02/27/07] thanks mum and dad for making me cut myself for the first time in months. 0 read post

[09/10/06] I have learnt how it goes what you wait for never shows and what you least wanted holds you down like a stone. 0 read post

[06/05/06] [ music | sufjan stevens - oh god where are you now ] everyone has an empty space to colour in sometimes drowning out the echoing sadness with music or clasping hands with one another or just against the sky; open palms grasping desperately in a void tell me a secret anonymously we all need an ear to mumble into, the way we did with our daddies when we were younger. 4 read post

FRIENDS ONLY [05/30/06] [ music | patrick wolf ] There's that fear again Coming through the grass Deeper it goes (through the wall it goes) Singing me a song (sing me to sleep) There's that noise again Coming through the grass Louder it goes Singing me to sleep There's that place again There behind the hills 13 read post

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