March 2012
February 2012
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I can close my eyes, and get completely swept off my feet with memories. Nights like this, sleepless and cold. All the journal entries lined with lyrics to fit. Memories that feel as close as the air I just pushed out of my lungs. Being sick, plagued with constant burning. Pain killers every four hours like clockwork. Numb. The Cosby Show and Infomercials. Starvation. That time I took Ambien, I...
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i don’t know what changed or maybe i do but i’m not going to care anymore
let there be light: If only (the two saddest words... →
atomiclanterns:
If only (the two saddest words of all) you knew most poems I write are about you: I promise, this is the last one I will ever write because there is a small funeral for your existence taking place in my heart and finally strings are being snapped and the shivering shyness of hot muted…
omg. how many more weeks until peter and the...
i can’t waaaait
Sometimes I pop n' lock.
SHUT UP MICHAEL
Hypothyroid
elysia-bliss:
I’m tired, my hair is falling out, I’m sad, angry and depressed, my asthma is fucked, can’t get rid of the purple/dark bags under my eyes regardless of how many hours of sleep I get, no one understands why I never want to do anything, my muscles ache, I’m putting on weight but have zero appetite, probably more to add but…
GAAAAHHH HYPOTHYROID!!
Hurry up meds, I just want to feel...
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“It isn’t Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there....”
– C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (via atomology)
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manhattanites, tell me where to get lunch and possibly dinner tomorrow?!
gracejarger asked: I didn't recognize you in the icon picture. I'm probably overreacting, but i'm just super embarrassed lol