Past Midnight
These are the jagged edges of me, the pieces that I cannot smooth out or force to fit. These are my thoughts raw and uncensored, spilled onto the screen where they cannot harm me-mere fragments of a whole. Things I obsess over. Things that get stuck in my head. Words, images, phrases, thoughts. All writing published here is owned by me unless otherwise cited.
man fucks woman:
subject, verb, object.
subject, verb, object.
Why don’t you tell me that ‘if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited for you’? No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
How high
Is high enough
I am tormented
By the thought
That I will not fall far enough
That I will awake
Broken
Bleeding
But still
Somehow
Alive
∞ 3:43 am, by cigarettessandchampagne, [ 1 note ]
I long for the freedom
Of falling
For the peace
Of never ending
Sleep
∞ 5:29 am, by cigarettessandchampagne, [ 1 note ]
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
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