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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:31:48 -0400

acomas: omg the colored version

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:31:39 -0400

acomas:

omg the colored version

can you guys ask me stuff i'm bored please

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:31:30 -0400

can you guys ask me stuff i'm bored please

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:29:52 -0400

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:26:16 -0400

apostropheaffair: I cut my bangs

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:25:37 -0400

apostropheaffair:

I cut my bangs

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Sun, 19 May 2013 01:37:33 -0400

s-edmikrasky:

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:36:44 -0400

s-edmikrasky:

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Sun, 19 May 2013 01:35:15 -0400

superstition

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:30:57 -0400

apostropheaffair:

We used to hold our breath when we drove past graveyards,
because someone told us that if we didn’t
we might breathe in the souls of the dead.
And anyway, we thought it was rude
to show that we were alive, when the ghosts were not.
We picked our feet up off the floor of the car
as to not walk with the dead,
keeping ourselves safe.
This was years ago.

I just watched you place a pair of shoes on the table
even though your mother always told you not to.
A long time ago she whispered to us at night,
about how shoes on the table are bad luck,
how shoes on the table lead to death and bad luck.
You leaned over in the darkness and whispered in my ear
telling me quietly that you still believe that.

We took a picture together and you asked
to stand in the middle of the three of us,
claiming that your face look nicest straight on,
and you were the shortest
anyway, and that was the reason.
But I haven’t forgotten all those months ago,
how your voice cracked when you whispered to me.
telling me that when in threes, the one in the
middle dies first.

I’d lie on my back at night trying to fall asleep,
but you’d always be restless,
listening for a dog to howl, three times if you
were lucky.
You told me that the sound would put you to sleep,
and you forgot that you also told me long ago
that hearing a dog bark three times into the night
means that someone’s going to die.
You held my hand tight
to make sure it wasn’t me.

We sat outside on the porch and I watched your eyes
set on the overcasted sky, tracing the flight patters of
big black crows.
You counted five of them and I saw you smile,
and I didn’t even ask why,
because I know that you hate birds,
but I also know that seeing five crows means
a certain death, lurking in the shadows
waiting.
I felt a rock in my stomach, a black ribbon
tie around my heart.
I had watched you and your bad omens for years
but I’d never seen you smile for one before.

You sat in the passenger seat and I dared
to take an eye off the road to look at you.
You were tracing the red lines on the
insides of your wrists with your index finger
and I had to stop myself from letting go of the wheel
and leaning over to kiss every sad part of you away.
I drove past a graveyard just to see what you would do.
I inhaled and held it, paying my respects to those
who have been taken by
shoes on the table
first out of three
three dog’s howls
five black crows
but you just sat with your chin in you skeleton hand
looking at the window, feet on the floor
breathing
even though it’s the last thing you wanted to do.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 21:25:06 -0400

cloudfifteen: lahzy: Stress marks, 1999, by Elinor Carucci....

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:24:01 -0400

cloudfifteen:

lahzy:

Stress marks, 1999, by Elinor Carucci.

i have those on my hand everyday

i get them a lot when i stress haha

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Thu, 16 May 2013 21:23:22 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 21:05:16 -0400

hippieseurope: that looks like my kind of place…here I come..

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:52:21 -0400

hippieseurope:

that looks like my kind of place…here I come..

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Thu, 16 May 2013 00:33:47 -0400

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Wed, 15 May 2013 22:03:23 -0400

The Art of Uninspired

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acomas: omg the colored version

can you guys ask me stuff i'm bored please

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apostropheaffair: I cut my bangs

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s-edmikrasky:

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superstition

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cloudfifteen: lahzy: Stress marks, 1999, by Elinor Carucci....

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hippieseurope: that looks like my kind of place…here I come..

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