and also, to bump my old journal away xP


DustWhile I was painting worn-out pictures You were walking austere halls Underneath the grey light fixtures Missing my saline phone callsDust
When am looking at the evening sky Looking for a single star You are staring at the blank moon Through the windshield of a cannabis car
Can I just see your irradiated face Alone in dark dorm room? I think I might witness an oceanic vista If we lay coiled in your tomb
Somewhere on the state lines The dusty division of what has been Ill take a plane to lonely nowhere Lamenting an echoing adolescen
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love is poetry.
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Un libro es un espejo, sólo podemos encontrar en él lo que ya llevamos dentro.
"La sombra del viento", Carlos Ruiz Zafón
A book is a mirror, we can only find on it what we already have inside us.
"The shadow of the wind", by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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- ATLien -
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I'll have Mürdok's children
oh gosh<3 Thank u sooo Much for the watch^^!
you're welcome!
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When it seems like living's harder than dying
For me, giving up's way harder than trying.
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Love your art!
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When it seems like living's harder than dying
For me, giving up's way harder than trying.
<3 [link]
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