| i've got all of these messy ideas swirling around in my head. and somehow on paper they seem ridiculus and embarassing. it's like writing tragedies in smudging ink. ink that runs and flows freely and is caught away on a current. |


SickeningThere is nothing-broken and robbed and touched and slowed down hindered by everythingSickening
Need to toss it all off and drown it in the ocean Kill it with a potion Put it into motion
Taken down by a single blow to the head to the chest to the back of the neck and you taste like bitter red
with skinned knees
and patchwork lips
and fingertips
Holding


The BeastThe words reverberated in my head. Those cursed words that have condemned me to live in this hideous body. 'Only when a virgin with a pure heart loves you, will the curse be broken.'The Beast
The curse. All of the mirrors in my room are covered in thick swatches of velvet so that I am not subjected to the horror of my own face, my hideous curse. I spent countless hours, wallowing in self-pity, staring at the paneled ceiling of my bedchambers. There was nothing in the world that could break my curse, for love from someone pure would not come to someone as hideous as I. &nbs
| i've got all of these messy ideas swirling around in my head. and somehow on paper they seem ridiculus and embarassing. it's like writing tragedies in smudging ink. ink that runs and flows freely and is caught away on a current. |
"I found out years later that that disease is called love and it kills the host as well." |
"The good writers touch life often. |
At Tara in this fateful hour, |
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
Mirrors by Envy on the Coast
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Alright Alright.....
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With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
Mirrors by Envy on the Coast
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I want to scream andshout and scribble curse words on the walls.
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With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
Mirrors by Envy on the Coast
i like yo' music taste
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i was pulling out my heart so i could pin it to my sleeve
red hands
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With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
Mirrors by Envy on the Coast
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"A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it's the only weapon we have." [Who Framed Roger Rabbit]
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With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away.
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint.
Mirrors by Envy on the Coast
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