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  1. DeathGunner DeathGunner
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 3:41am UTC
    Quiet people have
    the loudest minds.

  2. DeathGunner DeathGunner
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 4:11am UTC
    Don't cry about the past, it's gone.
    Don't stress about the future, it hasn't arrived.
    Live in the present and make it beautiful.

  3. c_jand c_jand
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 2:00pm UTC
    trying to not fall over the edge

  4. bujuui bujuui
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 5:34pm UTC
    I knew we were never going to happen
    So I don’t understand why hearing you say it makes any difference
    And how my desire to fall apart and cry
    Makes any fuxking sense

  5. Miluiel* Miluiel*
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 6:22pm UTC
    i a m n o t d e v a s t a t e d f o r n o t h i n g

  6. Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 6:23pm UTC
    you ignited my flames, but let them incinerate my heart

  7. *gloomy* *gloomy*
    posted a quote
    July 13, 2015 6:33pm UTC
    You’re sitting on that ugly plaid blanket your mother loaned you several winters ago, staring at the sky because we don’t have to time to appreciate it much anymore. I want to ask you questions, like why you say your father never lies, or how old you were when you started wearing glasses. I want to know everything. I want you to ask me questions, like why I don’t go back home on breaks, or where the scar on my cheekbone came from. I want you to know everything. There’s a confession or two cuffed in the space between us, like skipped rocks in the dead silent lake stretching from me to you, breaking and sinking into a dark place I’m tempted to venture.\
    Your father’s dead, and you’ve always worn glasses that weren’t quite the right prescription. You like the slight blur, the vague fluff surrounding everything hard and straight-edged. I’m not sure there’s a home waiting for me anywhere, and when I was 10 a kid jammed a stick into my moving bike tire and sent me careening over the handle bars. I having stopped falling and crashing head-first since, but maybe you already knew that. Maybe you’d already read the silence between us. Maybe you were eons ahead of me this whole time.
    I could sweep your hair behind your ear, and ask what you worried about as a kid, but that’s not important now, is it? I’m starting to understand why we don’t ask questions anymore, now that we have far bigger things to worry about than if the stars are going to be out that night or if we could eat our popsicles faster than they could melt down our fingers. I’ve got a torch to light the skies between us, been holding it this entire time, but when was the last time you needed my help to see in the dark? Maybe you never needed it, and maybe you just kept me around for the company, but I can’t bring myself to leave. Can’t bring myself to sit out here on this hill alone, watching distant torches light the sky and wondering about secrets I never knew.

  8. Herown Herown
    posted a quote
    July 16, 2015 2:22pm UTC
    Cracked liked an old mirror
    Held together with dust
    The light shine
    Of what could have been
    Is so bright
    It could blind
    But past the warm
    As sunlight glare
    The shattered reality
    Is reflecting back

  9. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    July 21, 2015 10:47pm UTC
    I sat, glassy and vague, with a golfball in my throat and needles in my eyes.

  10. *Yours Truly* *Yours Truly*
    posted a quote
    July 22, 2015 3:55am UTC
    But don't you know
    all of your sadness will eventually become scar tissue--
    that's what happens to wounds you see.
    They heal to scars, that are always there.
    Your pain becomes as much a part of you as
    an arm, or a leg, or a heart.


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  12. PURRfekT* PURRfekT*
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2015 5:47am UTC
    The misty traces of you, leaves a trail of ghosts in me;
    Drowning in a mystic river for the naïve love;
    And this is how, twas meant to be...

  13. Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2015 12:35pm UTC
    My mind wanders aimlessly and my body remains restless.

  14. SmileyFacesAreAmazing SmileyFacesAreAmazing
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2015 12:57pm UTC

    you are damaged and broken and unhinged. but so are shooting stars and comets.


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  16. wanderer* wanderer*
    posted a quote
    July 2, 2015 7:53pm UTC
    "And there she was
    yet another dreamer
    looking at the stars "


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  18. *gloomy* *gloomy*
    posted a quote
    June 29, 2015 8:38pm UTC
    And one day, I will lie over on my side, rest my head over your heart, let you embrace the soft horizon of my shoulders, and listen to the sound of rain fall between your ribs. One day, I will grow into the eaves that hollow your sides, worship the wrinkles on your palms when they skitter across my skin, and memorize the spread and lengths of your storms. One day, I will be so in love with you I won’t be able to understand how I can still breathe around the fullness in my own chest. But for now, I am just learning what sunlight does to your eyes when given the opportunity to disintegrate the woes that plague them. For now, I am just becoming accustomed to the bend and break of your laugh when you aren’t filtering what you allow yourself to feel. For now, I am only beginning to taste the heady, melted feeling that comes when I make you smile. For now, I can only accept what you are willing to trust with me, and one day I will tell you that it will always be enough.

  19. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    July 1, 2015 7:37pm UTC
    In her shadow, I wilted in the summer. Mother tried to help, but the more she watered me the more I drowned.

  20. desolated desolated
    posted a quote
    June 18, 2015 11:55am UTC
    She was crying out my name
    STANDING IN THE DRIVEWAY
    little bare feet wearing her cotton dress in my way
    I still see the rain chasing tears down her face.

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