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Look ma, no heart.
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four...– Markus Zusak
I hardly think of you anymore. But then again, I hardly think anymore.
I spend my days on the road Always looking ahead In this vagrant world I live I suppose I’m better off dead But on long nights of garish hope I climb the twisting stars Recalling outlived vintage dreams Around the edges, they’re charred
So, I'm another year older.
And nothing’s changed.
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You see I’m fond of betrayal Almost as much as manipulation Don’t come trusting me Without stone cold stipulations
That night, a forest grew In a cold place Forgotten by the light And animals and maybe cannibals Screeched and called To the storm that would come And the park was quiet But if you listened you could Hear the pangs of a place once wild And how it longed to be free again On the interstate there is a café Alone on an exit that no one can find And in the café stood a man Empty-handed He is the...
You are everything I'd imagined.
I am the girl with the eating disorder in your gym class. I’m always alone. It’s like people think bulimia is a disease that can spread, or maybe people think that the sick girls don’t need friends. It’s not true. I’m lonely. You’ve never spoken to me. I am someone else’s problem, someone else’s charity case. It’s okay, I wouldn’t want to...
And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t...– John Green, Paper Towns
The Next Train
I am a butterfly not yet free, I am a book not yet opened, I am a star too far away to see clearly, I am waiting for the next train.
Remember when I used to care?
God, I’m glad that phase is over.
I wanted to breathe smoke. I wanted to burn the Louvre. I’d do the Elgin...– Chuck Palahniuk
Why do I always make myself feel so tragically...
I’m really not that bad. Really. I’m just being completely melodramatic, as usual. It’s normal for my age, to think I’m absolutely horrible in unique ways and more so than anybody else, but that doesn’t make it any more right. It’s stupid. It’s immature. I’ve done some good things, but I just shove them aside to stare at the bad things I’ve...
They all had perfectly perfect teeth And would talk about football games and Stanford Law And how Jesus guided them Sometimes I would prop my eyes open with toothpicks And they never noticed But they saw straightaway when my eyeliner smudged When there was a hair out of place Because every perfect boy needs a perfect girl And I’d always been good at pretending So I would fix my...
I want people to eat less meat. Meat is bad…Eighty percent of the...– Hank Green
My biggest fear is myself. What I’ll do, but even more so what I won’t do.
Sometimes it’s nice, being invisible. Nobody asks questions you can’t answer.
Too many secrets, jumbled together inside me The words crawl around in my mouth like deformed caterpillars The F’s and K’s scratching and clawing All press on my tongue, dying to be heard They want the attention they know they’ll receive They all push to the front and form a mosh pit Til I swallow back the lump they’ve formed That dispells the words, throws them into...
Smoke gunpowder and go to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll...– Laurie Halse Anderson
I travel alone
Nothing you say Will go in my mind I am a girl dancing on wind Traversing through time Feeling may stream Through my bones But I disregard it For I travel alone And here is a warning Though I have said as much Don’t reach for me You’ll find nothing to touch
ton-souhait: I am lost, and so I, write. I write, and so I am, lost. I write to find myself, and I write to lose myself.
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Just another story, just another girl
Once upon a time, at an inconsequential time in an inconsequential place, born to inconsequential people, a little girl came into this world. Make no mistake—there was nothing remarkable about her. She was not very beautiful. She was not very kind-hearted. She was not very intelligent. She was not very much anything, really. And she was fine. Just like all the other little girls. Skipping...
If you have the ability to create something, brilliant and wonderful, why wouldn’t you? Why would you settle for doing anything less? I guess most people don’t make sense to me, that’s all.