tragedybound37

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open by crashcoursewomb, literature

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open

i miss these moments, when you would kiss me till i'd smile, and kiss my smile till i'd laugh, till i couldn't stop, you'd kiss me till i'd beg you to stop then i'd drag you back when you paused. i miss those moments when our lips were rubbed raw with emotion, when our cheeks were so sore and i miss those moments when you'd grab me from behind, when you'd kiss my face, my nose, my shoulders, the curve of my back. i miss your lips. you used to love me so much. i don't understand why you can't kiss me like that anymore. i don't understand why we just can't be together. i will never want you back but i don't understand why we a

the divine comedy by Reverberations, literature

lightspeed. by ohsparrowsong, literature

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lightspeed.

no-one wants to hear about my neurosis. no-one wants to hear about how i think i'm losing my mind, and i want to know how it feels to drown, or explode or just stop existing for long enough for someone to notice that maybe i matter a little more than i've been led to believe. i want to stop this constant tight in my chest, and replace it with static nothingness. i want to stop the shaking of all my limbs and feel steady for the first time in my life, to calm the ocean that is raging through my blood vessels. i don't have blood, there is salted water there instead, and the moons phases are controlling it and changing the tides, that are making

where did you leave the salad? by crashcoursewomb, literature

i tried by Reverberations, literature

these feelings should be finite by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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these feelings should be finite

I'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime

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June 25
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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i wake up different everyday.

the ocean i'm drowning in doesn't mean a thing.

Current Residence: where sky and earth collide, Michigan
Favourite genre of music: modern rock/alternative, but i love everything.
Favourite style of art: everything/anything
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
Personal Quote: "I'm torn between silence and violent expression."

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drawing, writing, photography, listening to music

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tragedybound37

Jan 28, 2011

i'm lying.

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at some point in time, (one of those yesterdays i guess) i felt like dropping to my knees and letting gravity rub my tear stained face in the dirt. when nothing is wrong i get so scared. bust my shallow heart before it gets confidence. i am built to self destruct every few months. (people don't like me much anyways.) it doesn't feel like the easy way out when you're running down some street with dizzy thoughts and bloody chapped lips at two something in the morning and its snowing. it's not really relevant that i was running towards you. i like to think that its more imporant that i was escaping. my scabbed self-inflicted map on my legs tore

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tragedybound37

Jan 10, 2010

Personal Affliction

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I swear I'm fine I handle the pain with a blade It cuts through every memory That we ever made Lies are like the acid on my tongue From the vomit I induce Pretty and skinny, somebody love me I'm hanging from this noose In this house that's not a home More like a prison with no air I cowar under the covers in my cell Shaking from my real life nightmare Dark days of nothing but black and white My depression at it's worst The people and my pressure for perfection Make my insides scream and burst I...I said I'm fine And then I finally shatter Broken, bleeding, on my knees And it doesn't even matter.

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tragedybound37

Jan 6, 2010

Blahhh

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So, I really would like more of my drawings up in here, but unfortunately my art teacher is hording every single last one of them for the art show at the end of the school year. So by summer you'll be able to see some new(old) artwork. In the same subject area, my computer doesn't want to upload new pictures from my camera for some reason so I'm going to be epically lacking in new material. Anything I put up is probably relatively old. So sorry my fellow followers. :raincloud: Sometimes things just don't work out, but for me that's pretty much all the time... Ehh. It's been a long day. Goodnight. :sleepy: