I swear to God.
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great song, too


Lifetimewords used more than once if only in a different order cannot return to your earsLifetime
without their rage but fire is useless against the damage that has already been done it only captures the destruction so that it becomes even more permanent
life is lived more easily with our eyes closed we are still tempted to love our blindness more than the voice that begs us to see
healing, not scars was my expectation but in my demands I have created scars of my own I fall, unheard, unseen unable to be forgiven seconds


Apriltogether we watched the sunrise, and we could not believe that even that star would someday die and set its worries free beggars can't be choosers, we could not ask for permanence and this life depends far too much on circumstanceApril
so we walked the two blocks to the beach and sang away our fears we laughed at all our past mistakes until the laughter gave way to tears his words seemed a little too catastrophic to not be purely fact he said, "You love someone who will never love you back."
but he seemed so blind to me to think that there was more bad than good in you so I


Untitledthe answers have fallen beyond the veil, into the darkness with trembling hands, I reach out and grasp the familiar nothingness I must remain ignorant under the law of fate but gravity now works in reverse my previous attraction to the mystery has ceased I have discovered that there is no mystery at allUntitled
the black veins that stretch into existence hold air instead of blood eternal emptiness like the kiss of death had been placed on those lips before the thought of me occurred
I still hold the gift to the follower mindless, heartless, or neither the curs


Seven Falling ObjectsI've learned to keep my dreams close and my nightmares even closer that's always seemed to work for you but through our struggles we have changed and though that might have changed the game we're still pretending that the rules are the sameSeven Falling Objects
I can't forgive your realization that somewhere along the line I lost myself that I've become nothing but a wandering humanist as if I've ever been anything else I've been building our future out of sand and water putting tidal waves aside in the end, it's the liars who say most often, "I would never tell you a lie."  
Smoked sunrays

GloryThe first fallen leaves of the season, The last. Clean them up And throw them away. Cardboard cutouts made to look like soldiers Still and staring and gloved Defend us From the paper villains. Dark blue coats and big black smiles. Killers, glorified.Glory
It's summer, and sometimes autumn Certain days in January. Sun hot upon the trees' bare backs Choking on the smoke From the giant metal cigarettes That crawl down the trails they make with their ashes Red and blue and save our souls. Selling golden bleach in golden bottles Going twic
--
I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
I totally forgot you had an account cuz you were gone so long.
--
"And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men,
'cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
like brothers on a hotel bed."
--
What's in my head? It's nothing worth living for, wasted dreams and pretend lovers. But that's just me; I'm just one hundred and one, fives months and a day.
Av- ~zombiecup
~rydon-is-intense
--
"And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men,
'cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
like brothers on a hotel bed."
--
Interviewer: Favourite word?
Jack: Thrust.
Interviewer: Favourite pick-up line?
Jack: Do me.
~beartrickology
--
"And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men,
'cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
like brothers on a hotel bed."
--
Interviewer: Favourite word?
Jack: Thrust.
Interviewer: Favourite pick-up line?
Jack: Do me.
~beartrickology
and yes
--
"And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men,
'cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
like brothers on a hotel bed."
--
Interviewer: Favourite word?
Jack: Thrust.
Interviewer: Favourite pick-up line?
Jack: Do me.
~beartrickology
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