| pieces of you. pieces of me. and maybe, pieces of us. |


if you would talk"i love you."if you would talk
"oh."
"that's all you can say? oh?"
"well, what do you want me to say?"
"i don't know. something comforting. something that'll make me feel less alone, even though i know i'll never be the one lying beside you at night."
"well, i don't know. i'm not good at these things. you know that."
"then make yourself good!"
"i can't just make myself good."
"talk to me."
"i am."
"talk to me like i matter."
"you do."
"so fucking talk to me!"
"what do you want me to say?" &nbs


asphyxiation.and i'm not as thin as her, i know but i still share my breakfast with youasphyxiation.
and my writing isn't as neat as hers but all of my words are for you
and maybe i'm not as sporty but i'd go on morning runs with you
and okay, my smile isn't as pretty but let's be honest, you're not the one making her smile
and i never ask for your support i never ask for time spent with you i never ask for your love which i so desperately, desperately want i only want your smile i'm right here, i'm right here can you see me yet?
can you see me


rainbow sprinkle dreams.and there's this boy named andrew - he's sporadic and he's unique, and maybe just too different he'll jump on walls and walk on water and he'll also walk away which is what he taught me to do which is why i walked away from you.rainbow sprinkle dreams.
and there's this boy named ash. he's got pretty olive eyes, and dark curly hair slender fingers and cold palms if you were to hold his hands, you'd shiver because that's what happened to me and he made the blood run in my veins he made me run and leap and feel he made me live he made me die.
and then, there's this b


reasons not to love you.11. things are not the same when you are around my mind fogs up and it's likereasons not to love you.
i do nothing when you're not there until you appear and your sweet, sweet breath stirs up the dust in my brain
and i hate it.
5. you always feel me there like the caressing warmth of the morning sun offering you your morning coffee
but you're wrong
because i will leave and i just can't bear to see you b r o k e n just because i'm gone.
7. you have her
and i can see you two l
| tell me when my words finally reach your ears. |


opposite's day - collab.i. today i ignored the dismal beating in my chest [it held me closer than you ever did] and chased after you like a lopsided puppy, watching your skylit legs sink into shin-deep puddles with indefinable bottoms. i looked as you left me miles behind as i shouted nonsensical wishes and honeycombed thoughts to you. [let's drop anchor and stop this off-course ship with a handful of windswept lies.]opposite's day - collab.
ii. your eyes are like my mirror - reflective, deflective, and unforgiving. [the only way you'll speak to me is without words.] one of these da


a letter from not-georgehello, my name is not george, i do not have a penis, i am not important, but i do have a heart and i would like to spill it like an alcoholic's vomit over your new shoes.a letter from not-george
if you know a girl called amy, any girl called amy, tell her that the pills will never work enough; she will always throb and scream, and tell her she will break every time a man has sex with her and the forty bucks she gets will never make it ok.
i knew a boy named harry once, he was the sort of beautiful soul you never expected to see, and normally you never would


SILENTYOU ARE WRONG, YOU ARE DEAD-WRONG YOU ARE THE DEAD-END OF MY STREET AND MAYBE THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO YOU BUT IT DOES TO MESILENT
AND YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE ME BUT I AM TELLING THE TRUTH BUT I'M NOT JUST TELLING, I'M YELLING, I'M YELLING, I'M SCREAMING, WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME, AND
MY THOUGHTS ARE NEVER BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH, I WISH YOU COULD FEEL THEM
I'VE NEVER STARTED A MORNING CRYING
I NEVER CRIED WHEN I WAS A BABY, A NEWBORN MADE TO BREAK THE SILENCE, AND I NEVER DID
THAT'S WHAT BABIES ARE FOR, THEY'RE PRODUCTS OF SEX AN
| hi. i'm rachelle. i like the word flail. [and maybe whimsical and asphyxiation and supernova. and on occasions, dreary.] i'll try to make an impression on you. |
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nom, nom nom...
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choking on brown sugar cubes.
anyway, if i have the time and if i find my annoying muse, i would love to make a fanart for your wonderful story. i hope you won't mind.
i shall watch you, ok?
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I still believe that at any time the no-talent police will come and arrest me!!!! - Mike Myers
And I would absolutely love it if you made fanart - there isn't a writer who wouldn't like that. But if you do, would you mind sending me the link so I can link it on my profile? :3
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choking on brown sugar cubes.
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I still believe that at any time the no-talent police will come and arrest me!!!! - Mike Myers
wanted to drop by and
say you're one of my favourite
authors right now. Your ItaSakus
have inspired me once again to
start drawing more of the two.
Thank you! And I look forward
to your future updates of
Simplicity in Complexity. Which
has AMAZING chapters, btw.
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And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
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choking on brown sugar cubes.
you even replied! >___>;
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And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
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choking on brown sugar cubes.
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