| I write what I am. I write to share my thoughts and stories. I write for me. |


PulseThere's a pulse in my throat, And a pulse in my heart. It shivers, beats, flutters, Like it wants to get out.Pulse
I grip my sides, my shoulder blades, And hold it in. I shall not let it escape.
There's glitter dust in my eyes And a shattered bone in my left ear That hurts like hell. But I have learned not to cry.
The corners of my mind are lightless. Sputtering candles snuffed out long ago. I strike a match, set spark to the pages Of my little black book of secrets, Hoping the flame will catch. The words are burning, ablaze, Ablaze
Eye See You| I write what I am. I write to share my thoughts and stories. I write for me. |
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| Okay... I read like an absolute maniac. Music is my oxygen. I'm a hopeless romantic. I love meeting new people and trying new things because there's so much in life. I will always and forever be figuring things out and there are some things I'll never figure out. If something of significance gets to me, it will get under my skin and will bother me constantly. I'm aways changing, just like the crazy weather in New England. I will dance to any kind of music, with anyone, and anywhere. Even if I don't know the lyrics, I'll try to sing along with them at the top of my lungs. My friends are the most wonderful people in the universe. My family is -I don't know how- able to put up with me, and I love them for it (along with nearly everything else, of course). I believe in magic, love, the impossible being possible, and that everyone has a skeleton or twelve in their closet. I don't think that I'd like to be anyone else but me. Just so you know, most of my deviations are not about me. Although they usually are in first person, the narrators are the little people living in my head. Or sitting on my shoulders and whispering in my ears. If that makes any sense. "Let yourself be free to shed the tears that have to flow. To hold somebody close to you and then to let them go." -Hilary Duff, "Cry" |

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who am I to judge?
I am here to love.
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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
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"You've got to stand for something
or you'll fall for anything."
Visit my dA portfolio and my profile, ~StarBoyDeath, that's me
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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
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Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones. But names ain't worth a quarrel.
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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
--
~§å®ßø¥~
"You've got to stand for something
or you'll fall for anything."
Visit my dA portfolio and my profile, ~StarBoyDeath, that's me
--
"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
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