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two tired children 11‘do you think that we’re the only generation to think we’re gonna be the ones to see the end of the world?’ he asked, leaning back into the red.two tired children 11
she sat forwards, touching her elbows on her knees, resting her chin softly on the palms of her hands. her eyes followed the strands of her hair as they blew about her face, cast onto the ground in shadow by the streetlight down the road.
‘what do you mean?’ she asked, her thoughts making her chin weigh heavier onto her fingers, bending them back past her knuckles. she could feel her thoughts swirling, rushing through her body like blood.
by ~aquene
two tired children 10‘i like it here,’ he said, smiling slightly as his eyes traced again the graffiti on the shutter of the shop across the road. ‘sitting on the side of the road.’two tired children 10
‘yeah,’ she said, her hands sliding down her sides to gently touch the red plastic under her legs. her fingers moved gently over the smooth surface, tracing the cracks and the places where people there long before them had carved names, words, messages. she kept moving her hands and her fingers found a heart, lightly scratched into the red. she ran her little finger around and around its curves, one way and then back the other. she wondered w
by ~aquene
two tired children 9‘some days i can feel all the sadness of this world. feel it weighing down on me, pulling me. like thick heavy stones under my rib cage. on those days i think about how we throw around the phrase, this world is so fucked. and then we forget what we mean by that. forget that “fucked” has no meaning at all, and that the sadness and pain and horror of what we have turned the world into is so far beyond fucked it is indescribable.’two tired children 9
he stared out onto the road, into the black tar between the whiteness of the kerb and the monotonous lines that plagued the way to anywhere. staring into it until his eyes blurred and h
by ~aquene
two tired children 8‘do you ever feel like life goes in cycles?’ she asked, leaning back from the curb.two tired children 8
‘what do you mean?’
she turned to face him, the front few strands of her hair falling across her eye and flowing softly across her face. her fingers reached around her back, clawing the concrete with her nails, pushing the dirt in and under against her skin.
‘like. cycles as in things repeating themselves. not necessarily exactly the same thing. same people. i mean more like, same contexts, and whatever. like patterns. over and over. new situations but the same thing, over and over again. around,
by ~aquene
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last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you’d come knocking. You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I’ll wear sunglasses, whi
by ~WhoKilledKirov
nothing of great substancei have nothing of great substance to say to you; the shrieks that flutter in my chest betray me so i swallow them down thickly one by one,nothing of great substance
like bitter pills.
caged bird, trichotillomania. i had these impulsions to pick at my wrists when i saw you coming, pulling away the skin before it healed, hands clenching in pockets against tiny little criss cross kisses; we are all a different kind of dying.
cough & politely look away please i dont like it when your gaze sticks to the scars, i want to pull you off & throw you from the room.
dont say
by ~yousaid
hung over as the oven in maidathe music falls away.we have it in our secret windows & our understanding. he says if he was still a christian this would be his favourite song. you will believe you have gone insane. when i listen to it the words don't mean anything to me about a god, they raise me to that point where i am looking down into your eyes, into my own shallow life, and seeing it spread out before me like the surface of the sea. when you see the face of god, you will die. this is all a dream; a dream in death. love, god, transcendance, revolution. every word we have to describe the intangible power, the rhythms of the world, the music of these packs of bodies comihung over as the oven in maida
by ~yousaid
sixdollardressshe could’ve been the perfect lady, but she was too grand for that. glitter spackled bangles and messily red painted nails; they all tried to own her, have her – she was too incredible not to try. none succeeded, each thought of themselves as more valiant. bendable bones and hair like candy, so amusing. yet not an amusement. she’ll give you cancer and you’ll enjoy it.sixdollardress
by ~violentlyvertiginous
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- Current Residence: melbourne
- Interests: dressing up, playing games
- Favourite movie: lilya 4 ever, requiem for a dream, superstar, party monster, amelie
- Favourite band or musician: sonic youth,hole,babes in toyland,hanson,buckley,silverchair,jack off jill,catpower,smashingpumpkins
- Favourite artist: lizzy
- Favourite poet or writer: isobelle carmody, toni morrison, franz kafka, virginia woolf, jennifer buxton
- Personal Quote: 'i didn't know her but i know why she lied,, no, i didn't know her, but i know why she died'
- Email: velvet_painted@hotmail.com
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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"don't regret doing things, regret getting caught"
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cramped and forgotten in my makeshift womb
Running nine miles a day, away from God's intent
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of course I care what you do while sedated
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