Trying to sort the mess inside.
I am in pain. An anger stirs in me that keeps my mind from remaining quiet and organized. This is the kind of pain that is emotional not physical. It is a pain that comes close to the aching of one who is emotionally lost but this is also entirely different. It is different because I am not numb. For I can feel. I have felt for a few years now. I have voiced my feelings for those years I have...
blankslate: i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you
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n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key,...
I have an insatiable craving for raw almonds and I am all out. Wahhh
This Will Destroy You : Quiet
You will always be the one to take another piece...