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Dark Sanctuary: 5 months
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Thursday, April 10, 2014. I’ve forgotten you, you’re a ghost, i’ve forgotten you. You hurt too much, you. Take too much. i can’t breathe. i can’t sleep. I think i’m barely existing. You’re a gunshot wound; and one day. I will bleed to death. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). History Philosophy and Mortuary. The Girl Who Rants. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dark Sanctuary: 2014
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014. Don't really wanna talk about the usual oh I can't believe how fast this year went by thing (although it's true) or I wish I had done more of this or that or fulfilled it better. I think I've given up that optimistic-striving to be better mindset when it comes to a new year. I mean, pfft New Year resolutions? Do those even actually mean anything? If I really want to, I would've done it regardless of whether it's a new year or not. Do I even make sense? Why am I so nice? Inconv...
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Dark Sanctuary: November 2013
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Friday, November 15, 2013. I’m not making this up, or trying to be romantic, or poetic. Whenever we fight, or to put it more accurately, whenever I. Fight with you, my heart tightens up and my lungs feel like they’re about to dissolve into foam. It sounds poetic and beautiful, but it really does happen. Maybe that’s what being broken hearted feels like. I don’t know. Nabokov wrote, “Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? Wednesday, November 13, 2013. And in French class, we...
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Dark Sanctuary: April 2014
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Thursday, April 10, 2014. I’ve forgotten you, you’re a ghost, i’ve forgotten you. You hurt too much, you. Take too much. i can’t breathe. i can’t sleep. I think i’m barely existing. You’re a gunshot wound; and one day. I will bleed to death. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). History Philosophy and Mortuary. The Girl Who Rants. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dark Sanctuary: February 2015
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Saturday, February 14, 2015. A tale of love and cancerous growth. Perhaps i never really learned to love. I love you -. Tumultuously, savagely;. I never learned to love otherwise. My love is a benign tumor in times of peace. It occupies you, it is a part of you. But it has the potential to metastasize and proliferate. Into an ugly mass of hatred and vitriol. So violent, so malevolent,. It would consume you whole. But perhaps not the way you learned to be loved. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Dark Sanctuary: September 2014
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Thursday, September 18, 2014. Être, ou ne pas être. I don't feel human. I don't feel human. I don't feel human. This body does not feel whole. This emptiness does not subside,. But aches and aches from my stomach;. Shoots into the tips of my fingers,. The soles of my feet,. The thin of my scalp. My lips are still swollen from the ashes of your kiss. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Être, ou ne pas être. History Philosophy and Mortuary. The Girl Who Rants. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dark Sanctuary: a tale of love and cancerous growth
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Saturday, February 14, 2015. A tale of love and cancerous growth. Perhaps i never really learned to love. I love you -. Tumultuously, savagely;. I never learned to love otherwise. My love is a benign tumor in times of peace. It occupies you, it is a part of you. But it has the potential to metastasize and proliferate. Into an ugly mass of hatred and vitriol. So violent, so malevolent,. It would consume you whole. But perhaps not the way you learned to be loved. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Dark Sanctuary: nothing ever hurt like you
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Monday, March 23, 2015. Nothing ever hurt like you. This familiar void again. An abysmal, gaping hole of longing and solitude. Your absence is deafening. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Nothing ever hurt like you. History Philosophy and Mortuary. The Girl Who Rants. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Dark Sanctuary: February 2014
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Thursday, February 13, 2014. Laurence Olivier, from a letter. Tuesday, February 11, 2014. And we're back to hell. The fleeting touches, the lingering kisses. It all seems so far away now; as if it was all just a long, beautiful dream. Did I really fall asleep in your arms those nights? Now that I'm thousands of miles away from you, it all seemed so surreal. I don't know how I'm going to get through this this time. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 160;“I am not always thinking sweetly of you. I am th.
