| she's fixed. |


definition: bold.so he wants to know how i see the world. how i feel with my hair blowing in the wind and the sun in my face.definition: bold.
ill tell you; ive never felt so alone. millions of people, and not one person can spare small talk. i dont believe in adoration. and if i dont, who will?
i see the world as a grave. a massive hole that gets deeper and deeper. and being alone, i sit above it. on rooftops and hills and bridges. i breathe in the good stuff.
the love. my love. cause if i dont, who will?
im bound to break soon. to trip and fall, and shatter like g


he who never was.she kept herself company with solemn music and a journal. drawing definitely wasn't her strong suit. oh, but she tried. she drew cloaks and wings and black, blank faces.he who never was.
her name was darian. most people called her dare but she preferred truth. dare because she wouldn't, truth because its all she had. all emotions and scars and cold eyes.
her walks consisted of empty meadows
and useless thoughts
and bottles of warm delusions.
she wore white dresses, gowns that flowed behind her because she tried so hard to look like an angel.  


me3.if your eyes werent sewn shut, id wonder how you could face such oblivion. perhaps the cold in your heart will keep you from combusting.me3.


genuine pearl.she's playing with her pearls, they dance in her fingers like fairies. she seems okay, but inside its terror.genuine pearl.
i think one day ill try to talk to her. maybe ill buy her new pearls since those seem to hold bad memories. she only plays with them when she's nervous.
she's beautiful, especially when the sun laces her dress like a halo. i bet she's a saint. but of course, what do i know?
i only gaze from a distance. she reads books, nods her head to music, and smiles at everyone. but when she's alone, she cries.
beautiful tears, one
| im a moderator of sentiments unbound. im pale like cocaine, without the sniffles. im a breath of life in acidic rain. im that girl. |
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*scribbled in red ink*
Your obedient servant,
O.G.
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It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.
-Albert Eintstein
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