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College. Year 3. Take 3.It was fall and she gnawed at her knuckles until they bled and she kept running, though there was nothing to run from.College. Year 3. Take 3.
It was winter and she was hidden away, out of sight, waiting for the snow to pass and spring to come. It was then that she learned of music and how it breaks and heals when it's turned up loud.
She was drawn in by your moonbeams, and the promise of sunshine. You were the promise of relief. She hadn't yet learned how to break without breaking and how to love herself more than others.
by ~a-BeautifulBeginning
College. Third Year. Take 1.it's 6:20 and outside the leaves are drifting slowly down, orange and red. quite beautiful.College. Third Year. Take 1.
but inside i am jittering - my molecules banging against molecules banging against, well you get the picture. i don't think i have skin -
i have a blurred outline my atoms are moving so fast.
(you can't tell though because it's a secret all inside me)
it will pass, this cycle, as it always does.
it's a gentler slope than you realize, a thinner line than you want know that seperates crazy from,
by ~a-BeautifulBeginning
SandhyaThere's a pile of fingernails on the floor where she's scratched at this white wall in the hour between awake and sleep.Sandhya
There's a scarf on the bed and it's white yarn is sewn full of thoughts and pains and tears and joys.
Tonight, she switched from wine to vodka.
by ~a-BeautifulBeginning
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MottledSomewhere out there in the forest, maybe by a lake, is a little bird mottled and eulogizing the other little birds which he's lost over the years, his little black beak quivering through the grim nocturne, like he's crying as he sings, but regains his composure upon realizing no verse can return them to Earth, no refrain can save them, and there's not a minor key that will make him less alone.Mottled
by ~StormCloudMao
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hold me, please, hold
me captive in your reaching arms
with a promise, and a breath
that I endure to take
away with me to the place where
we both dream
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hold me, please, hold
me captive in your reaching arms
with a promise, and a breath
that I endure to take
away with me to the place where
we both dream
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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