December 2011
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new year is lonely without my brother around, but...
happy new year and all that jazz to my lovely followers as well :)
someone clutches at a glass until it bursts into stars.
i haven’t got anything to say anymore these days. rip out my throat and feed me to the wolves, tear out my ankles. (that is the colour. that is the shape) i’m lost i won’t be using them anyway.
tiny tiny footprints in the sand.
stupid stupid child... why do you always do this?
my bones feel like molten gold, like lava.
you may be aquainted with the night but i have seen the darkness in the day (and you must know it is a terrifying sight)
today today
the day i realized i never meant to live this long.
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some days the hurt drags on and on, clinging to my...
the only thing I can do those days is take something and knock myself out.