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Thursday, April 16, 2009. It did feel fucking bad, you know. But I'll forget about it, when I wake up in the morning. Because there's no use torturing yourself with things, that you know, bother only you and nobody else. Don't lose, not now. And even yet I dare not let it languish,. Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,. How could I seek the empty world again? Liverpool fc ♥. Because its only goodbye. Omg omg Liverpool is really coming!
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: August 2008
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Thursday, August 28, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). And even yet I dare not let it languish,. Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,. How could I seek the empty world again? Liverpool fc ♥.
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: December 2008
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Saturday, December 6, 2008. It chills my heart so. Thursday, December 4, 2008. Hey you, ludic lover. You don't know how phobic I can get, how I experience a distaste so bad with those words. And I end up getting disgusted with myself, but I just can't brush that feeling away. It just makes me want to retch. I'm done trying to be another person, so done. If it's come to this, what's the point? What am I still holding on to? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). And even yet I dare not let it languish,.
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: July 2008
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Sunday, July 20, 2008. It's been long, really long. There’s something in me, refusing to be fixed. It just, can’t be fixed. And I hate to feel, that it’ll just never be okay again. Saturday, July 12, 2008. Tuesday, July 8, 2008. You make me, disillusioned. Sunday, July 6, 2008. And i've told the sky above, but not you. Picnic today at Botanic Gardens! I love love you girls. Maybe I have to see you all everyday just to keep myself sane. I'm missing you all already! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: and if you wait for someone else's hand, you'll fall, you'll fall
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Monday, May 18, 2009. And if you wait for someone else's hand, you'll fall, you'll fall. Coming back seemed to make time come to a standstill, with all the familiarity around me threatening to swallow me whole, instead of providing me with some sense of comfort it should. Maybe I'm really better off somewhere else, drowning in the thousand of things I could possibly do, leaving no time left for myself, and just wait for the day I would finally break down in exhaustion. And Grey's is crazily heartbreaking.
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: May 2009
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Monday, May 18, 2009. And if you wait for someone else's hand, you'll fall, you'll fall. Coming back seemed to make time come to a standstill, with all the familiarity around me threatening to swallow me whole, instead of providing me with some sense of comfort it should. Maybe I'm really better off somewhere else, drowning in the thousand of things I could possibly do, leaving no time left for myself, and just wait for the day I would finally break down in exhaustion. And Grey's is crazily heartbreaking.
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: April 2009
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009. Because it's only goodbye. Sometimes when I hear the shutter sound, I would still feel an uncontrollable jolt of fear through my body. It's like something that had affected me on a subconscious level, because outwardly, I don't think I ever felt disturbed or anything. It's so weird. And maybe all I ever wanted was some explicit backing from my girlfriends to - I don't know exactly. Feel better, perceive real support instead of trying it have it imagined? Thursday, April 23, 2009.
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009. I seemed to have lost a year, somewhere. Although the coach was fierce and it was hell picking up balls and my body ached like fuck and my shoulders were burnt. But it was still funnnn! Friday, February 20, 2009. It's not going to be a mere fantasy. My thoughts are in a tangled mess and I feel fucking delirious, for god knows what reasons. Wednesday, February 18, 2009. In the midnight hour. Hunting Knife; Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. Friday, February 13, 2009. Once drinking...
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: for what it's worth
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009. For what it's worth. It was so fucking disgusting and disturbing I think if it happened again I will just have a cardiac arrest. And even yet I dare not let it languish,. Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,. How could I seek the empty world again? Liverpool fc ♥. Because its only goodbye. Omg omg Liverpool is really coming! For what its worth. It did feel fucking bad, you know. But Ill forg. And it couldnt be any clearer.
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her eyes spat tears the taste of rust: January 2009
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Monday, January 12, 2009. Leave, before you get left. I need to fight off my addictions. But I love how they take hold of me, like I have something that belongs to me, that will never let go. And my newest addiction is seeing my hair stylist chop off more and more of my hair. I get a kick out of seeing it getting shorter and shorter each time. And I don't know why. Sometimes you have to forget how you feel, and remember what you deserve. Friday, January 9, 2009. And i realized, how easily erased i was.
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