i know the story of two ropes, who in
attempt to fuse to the core,
frayed.
the fragility of this drama played by
splintering strings is to be a text book
tragedy, as sterile as if they played
two puppets on a stage- torn
by their own instincts they press
together in a desperate
embrace and the fibres entwining while
knots tighten painfully and the
pressure is building in the most
longing of "save me?"s still they're clutching at
nothing so desperately aching and wanting and
craving just
frayed.














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soon bunnies will take over the world copy and paste this in your signiyutre to help with there world domination
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( X ) look cursing kitty sh#@ ha ha ha im a screw ball
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
All my base
Are belong to you
I understand all of the words in this one x]
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"Chocolate is the answer"
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Everyone deserves the chance to FLYYY
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"If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is, "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is, "Probably because of something you did.""
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"If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is, "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is, "Probably because of something you did.""
(I'm a girl btw, but don't tell anyone.)
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"Ten years before, she would have been considered pretty; now, with lines around her mouth and the stain of persistent dissapointment in her eyes, she was almost beautiful."
from "The Dumb House" - John Burnside
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"Ten years before, she would have been considered pretty; now, with lines around her mouth and the stain of persistent dissapointment in her eyes, she was almost beautiful."
from "The Dumb House" - John Burnside
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