

cinco de drunkoMy hair is turning tricks on me, as the wind dances through it. It's cinco de drunko, and I miss you, miss you miss you.cinco de drunko
You're there without me, and I'm here without you, and the world still spins, and the walls will still be breathing.
Yo soy bailando un cumbia para ti, y tus problemas.
porque ya soy el sol, y las estrellas estan en sus ojos.


Arthur Is DeadMy name is Arthur, and I've been dead for 3 months and 16 days.Arthur Is Dead
Id sum up the hours and minutes for you, but I've since lost the precision of thought to do so, not to mention the attention span to take notice. I couldn't tell you the rate of cell degeneration that is occurring inside, but I do know that my brain is breaking down. Im burning out the last of my precious chemicals.
I haven't got the scientific background to explain it any better than that. I'm not versed in human anatomy. I'm a writer, and a mediocre one at that, so you'll have to take this account for what it's worth. I've got just enough v
Hope Silks

The Curvature Of OhThe Curvature Of Oh
Tod’s a mute, it doesn’t matter why. It doesn’t matter why, but Tod’s a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he’s on the other side and he’s singing, he’s singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn’t any point because no-one’s listening, because they’re all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can’t sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can’t sing.
Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound’s only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never
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Coming to some interwebs near you...and sooner than you think.
keep up the great work.
lots of love,
-megan.
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If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one.
-Dolly Parton
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John Locke will fuck up your shit. This cannot be avoided.
That which cannot be pillaged, shall be raped, and that which cannot be raped, shall be burned.- Viking Decree >:C
bright eyes
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you're a really good writer, I have to say.
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