I'm Still HereI’m here, oh I’m here I’m looking for recurring reoccurring feelingsI'm Still Here
I want the simplicity back:
I want to watch Jon Stewart for myself
I want to know what I think without asking you first
I want to know where I stand with you pretend I never changed our friendship pretend you didn’t let me pretend I write for me and not for you
what were we like before I laughed with you, followed you, bought things for you, dreamed about you before my whole life became devoted to making you proud of me love me, need me &nb
We Are All Ghosts NowI tell myself I’ve been wandering but I’ve been bound here all the timeWe Are All Ghosts Now
I am alone searching for you in the only place I know to find you
we haunt the places that make us feel because we want to understand the pull we want to make sense of the engulfing presence of the scene of the time
we want to go back to the rush when now took over and look at it from the inside out see what makes it tick so we can wrangle the power it has over us
memory is omnipotent even now, trying to write I see you walk past me I hav
The Boy on the Cornerright here is where I passed that boy that day you left who I thought looked as lost, devastated, confused, rootless and morose as meThe Boy on the Corner
I pass that boy every day at that spot on the sidewalk by the tree and I ask him if he’s made any progress any more than me?
he smiles back with sympathy he knows what I mean but I haven’t gotten a different answer from him yet
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when I walked home yesterday I crossed the street before I got to him but I felt him looking at me with the question so I gave him a smile and
Black ThreadI don’t say goodbye anymore or at least never to you to you I’ll only say “see ya”Black Thread
my optimistic hopelessness has even invaded my vocabulary
it’s woven its dark unbreakable thread into my daily habit pattern as well I’ve spent yet another night tonight walking around that hulking magnetic monument to my memories of you
I was in heels for fun for the challenge for a change but they came in handy when I kept going, eyes closed, until my hands and nose and feet were numb and I needed to hear the decisive clacking to make sur
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup
it seems you have't been a deviant very long so welcome to deviantart, and nice gallery
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup
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your best beat kicks back like death.
I think you'd really love this person's writing:
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"Moralists have no place in an art gallery." -Han Suyin
thank you for all of the favourites <3
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"Moralists have no place in an art gallery." -Han Suyin
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i hear in my mind all this music and it breaks my heart. you are my sweetest downfall i loved you first i loved you first your hair was long when we first met ...regina spektor
have i held out for something that is never gonna happen ...snow patrol
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i hear in my mind all this music and it breaks my heart. you are my sweetest downfall i loved you first i loved you first your hair was long when we first met ...regina spektor
have i held out for something that is never gonna happen ...snow patrol
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