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Llama| I am 18 years of age. I live below the Mason-Dixon line. I write things out of my heart, mostly from personal experiences. That is all (and probably more than) you need to know. |
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Autophobiathis is where a conflicting mind turns intoAutophobia
a conflicting heart and the mind begins to wander.
i love you turns to you love me turns to i hate me turns to why.
this skin, this face, these bones, they do not feel like they belong to me anymore.
they all belong to pictures and "what-if's" and i hate myself, ihatemyself, i h a t e m y s e l f .
why shouldn't i be me? why must you be her? why can't i be you?
by ~Giraffasauri
Body LanguageDear knees, thank you for always catching meBody Language
when i fall. thank you for keeping me standing strong. i am sorry for all the abuse i always seem to put you through. i am sorry that you are always covered
in bruises and blood and cuts. maybe one day i'll be able to hold myself
up, but until then, stay strong.
Dear hipbones, i am sorry that i am always hitting you
against things. i am sorry that i do not
love you for the way that you are. i am sorry that i would rather you be
protruding from my skin for the world to see. i am sorry t
by ~Giraffasauri
Ipomoea AlbaOh, moonflower, why do you hide fromIpomoea Alba
the sun's light? are you fragile, are you weak? do you think of yourself as
ugly? is that why you disappear
in the morning light?
Sweet moonflower, do you not know your beauty, your radiance, your unique qualities?
You come out at night, when the love and the passion are at their peak. what is it that you are trying to tell us?
Lovely moonflower, with your heart-shaped leaves and your twisted, complex vines, you are a miracle of nature. your large, innocent-white petals
by ~Giraffasauri
Her Confidence is TragicHer Confidence is Tragic
[ O N E ]
you were late-night talks and trips to the mall. you were inside jokes, dancing around the room, and picking out special names at the end credits of movies. The world turns and people change, friends grow a p a r t , but memories are forever, and sometimes,
they're all you have.
[ T W O ]
you were broken promises and last-minute regrets. you were nights of crying, and wishing, and hoping. we were walking the fine line between "let's just be friends" and "let's push th
by ~Giraffasauri
Random Favourites
make-believewhen she was seven she decided that her wedding bouquet would consist of a magnolia bush and basil, with a canary-yellow ribbon encircling the stems. her white dress would have pink polka dots on the underside [like when she flipped over that poor dead turtle she found on the road and its belly wasn’t the same color as its shell] she wanted to ride down the aisle on her fading red tricycle and she just hoped her legs wouldn’t grow to much more, otherwise they wouldn’t fit by the time she got married and she’d have to find a bigger bike.make-believe
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all she ever really wanted when she fell asleep at night w
by ~AuroraWinter
telling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
15.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of
by *estallidos
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