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Sigh.

1. I want too many things too badly.
2. Apologies are useless.
3. Nobody wants to be the cayalyst that incites a thing.

If anyone cares, I’ll start doing longer LTH’s again soon. If not, have a good night/day. Sleep.

LTH

May 19, 2013

Silver and gold, nothing lasts in this town/we only keep going to get melted down

And take new shapes/start all over

May 20, 2012

I like the way my hands look alone rather than holding someone else’s. Some days I feel pleasant even when I’m alone.
Three days. Three hundred faces. Three months.

I am always the one who preaches change yet contests it the most. I hate when things change, when people change, when something familiar becomes unknown.

I order the same thing at that shitty diner everytime and yet I always ask for a menu as if my tastebuds all of a sudden decided to rearrange
Like
People who change their names, and their habits and grow into something you no longer recognize.

My stomach hurts like something awful and I am so goddamned sick of this blog. I can’t take the gifs and the stolen quotes and the hipster bullshit and whatever the hell ‘soft grunge’ is can go die in a hole.
I am sick of the kids who scribble in books because they think it makes a good photo op, or the girls that look gorgeous when they just get out of bed. I am sick of the stupid fandoms and people who live for them. I am so sick of tumblr.

LTH

May 16, 2013

Everyone lies. I don’t think the lie itself matters as much as the cause and effect. If there is a valid cause, and a favourable effect, then I don’t see the harm.
I remember when I could lie, but now I spew too many truths. I am more honest than I am anything. Some people like that in me, I suppose.

May 17, 2013

Four years of working for the weekend come to a close today. Now everyone just works for a break. Psychotic break, smoke break, break up, break down, or a clean break.
I don’t want anymore breaks. I like being self righteous even if I’m the only one who believes in me.

May 18, 2013

The sun shines, the clouds move, the fan spins as I lay and try to make sense of the popcorn shapes upon my ceiling.
Serenity is more than just Zen gardens and peace pipes.
I think we lose track of how to relax when the weekdays start to blur together and the things you eat, start to bite back.
But solace can be found in everything, if only you look hard enough.

LTH

May 14-15, 2013

There will always be someone above you and below you. That doesn’t make you a lesser being and it certainly doesn’t make you better than anyone either. Rather than a ladder, people are more of a chain link fence. I’m loose screws and alloys and as of late, I’m starting to think that I’m pretty alright.

LTH

May 13, 2013

Other people have this inherent way of making me feel special, especially today. Sweet remarks, and caring gestures. I could have fallen asleep on the boy who put his arm around me and held me close like he knew I’d be gone soon. In that moment I couldn’t bring myself to tear my head from his chest. Human comfort is so often taken for granted.
Somebody wise told me that you should never live in shoulds, woulds, or coulds.

I have kissed you every year since I was fourteen/Your mouth still tastes the same

God only knows where It’s been/I don’t know why we still pretend we’re so innocent.

Schoolboys shouldn’t play with ghost girls.