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Charles Darnell: let's be childish
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. We make out at his place on the weekend but you'll never see us holding hands in the street on a tuesday. we're in love with the way each other looks and the way we make each other laugh and the way that we kiss and we're in love with our little coffee dates and car rides but we're not in love. Darling, let's be childish. February 25, 2015 at 10:23 PM.
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Charles Darnell: 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, January 23, 2015. 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬. She stood like a ghost against the blacklight of 3am. Blood dripping from her mouth and nose. Wearing shoes too big and too high to walk in. And she was trying too damn hard. She was trying too damn hard. The aesthetic she was aiming for was too dirty. And the blood was fake and everyone knew it. Tacked to a tree.
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Charles Darnell: 4/25/15 - 5/17/15
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, May 22, 2015. I saw that new picture. The one where you had your arms around her. Your head in her shoulder. You only ever held me like that in the dark. With the door locked. In the middle of the night. But there you are. Out in public in the light of day. And you love her. You said you loved me. Not three weeks before they took this photo. Was i not enough?
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Where The Wild Words Are: Theatre
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A memoir of a distraught high school teen. Monday, November 3, 2014. There's a scene in my favorite movie. Two lovers holding hands, a sunset. A small house molded to her liking, a quiet beauty. Sapling life a soft vignette. There's a scene in my favorite movie. The part that makes me weep. His hands grasp the thin bony palm. Of the frame of the quiet beauty, asleep. A hospital, chords of fluid, a psalm. There's a scene in my favorite movie. His hands glide along the stone,. The hallowed ground, the grave.
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Where The Wild Words Are: Now What/What Now
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A memoir of a distraught high school teen. Monday, May 26, 2014. Why do I always feel like the hands I interlock in front of me, and the elbows on my knees, and the eyelids that go down, and up, and down, and up, don't belong to me. Sensation is such a beautiful and strange thing if you think about it. Hopefully I'm being understood. 8220;People don't realize that the future is just now, but later.”. Posted by Ollie Roscoe. June 1, 2014 at 2:30 PM. Life will never feel how you want it to look in a picture.
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Where The Wild Words Are: peeling dressers
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A memoir of a distraught high school teen. Saturday, May 10, 2014. I laid in the bed of sheetless thinking. I reached back behind the dresser of food, and books of ink. The dresser was a plywood pile of wood in a sellable shape. Over the plywood is a stensil of real wood making it appear rich. I peel the stencil off the back nervously,. Wondering if they'll see this in the inspection at eviction. But not caring that much. So it gets peeled. Posted by Ollie Roscoe. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Charles Darnell: January 2015
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, January 23, 2015. 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬. She stood like a ghost against the blacklight of 3am. Blood dripping from her mouth and nose. Wearing shoes too big and too high to walk in. And she was trying too damn hard. She was trying too damn hard. The aesthetic she was aiming for was too dirty. And the blood was fake and everyone knew it. 2 i would purpos...
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Charles Darnell: May 2015
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, May 22, 2015. I saw that new picture. The one where you had your arms around her. Your head in her shoulder. You only ever held me like that in the dark. With the door locked. In the middle of the night. But there you are. Out in public in the light of day. And you love her. You said you loved me. Not three weeks before they took this photo. Was i not enough?
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Charles Darnell: February 2015
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, February 27, 2015. I just need to feel your heart beat. The same way mine does. And i'm beating against your chest. The rhythm that is in me. A morse code that you're not receiving. So i try to speak what my heart is saying. By pressing my lips against yours. But my sonnets feel incoherent. And you mistake them for kisses. I'm trying to give you everything. I mean we lov...
