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abkamel*

Status: "I'm not a self-help book, I'm just a fucked up kid"

Member Since: 7 May 2011 09:57pm

Last Seen: 22 Jun 2015 11:22pm

user id: 172378

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idk man, i just like to read
my life is a clusterfuck of pop punk bands,
supernatural, sherlock, skins, john  green,  
teen wolf, and  horrible humor.
my tumblr. my twitter.  
  1. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    December 1, 2013 11:24am UTC
    "Black is not sad.
    Bright colors are what depresses me.
    They're so... empty.
    Black is poetic.
    How do you imagine a poet?
    In a bright yellow jacket?
    Probably not."
    -Ann Demeulemeester

  2. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    December 1, 2013 11:19am UTC
    Falling is just like flying
    except there's a more permanent destination.
    Format by Breeze

  3. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    December 1, 2013 11:11am UTC
    I need you and a cigarette. The difference being I have a pack of cigarettes in the front of my jacket. But I don't have you coiled up in my lungs. If I could, I'd rather have you in my jacket and the cigarettes far away.
    Format by Breeze

  4. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    December 1, 2013 11:01am UTC
    There's too much smoke to see it.
    There's too much broke to feel this.
    I love you, I love you and all your pieces.
    Format by Breeze

  5. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    December 1, 2013 10:53am UTC
    I hate small talk.
    Tell me about how lonely you are. Or tell me about why you keep waking up in the morning. Or talk to me about your mum's eyes and your dad's laugh. I don't care about the weather and you don't care about how my job's going.
    Format by Breeze|nmq

  6. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    November 30, 2013 6:29pm UTC
    It's kinda easy when you've got nothing because nothing can be taken away from you.

  7. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    November 15, 2013 8:27pm UTC
    I realized why you're not
    my cup of tea.
    I drink coffee.

  8. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    November 15, 2013 5:09pm UTC
    Captivating can be whatever you make it to be, the way someone sneezes or drinks their coffee or turns pages in a book, the devil is in the detail.

  9. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    October 18, 2013 8:07pm UTC
    I've drank vodka that tastes better
    than your bitter heart
    and smoked cigarettes that smell sweeter
    than your words

  10. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    October 16, 2013 11:06pm UTC
    there ain't no me, if there ain't no you

  11. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    October 16, 2013 11:00pm UTC
    "I’m attracted to the extrem light
    and the extreme dark.
    I'm interested in
    THE HUMAN CONDITION
    format by julietechoecho
    and what makes people tick.
    I'm interested in the things
    people try to h i d e."
    -Johhny Depp by julietechoecho

  12. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    October 16, 2013 10:32pm UTC
    Drink to feel
    Smoke to breathe

  13. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    October 5, 2013 3:41pm UTC
    You lost part of your existance
    in a war
    against yourself

  14. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    October 5, 2013 3:35pm UTC
    What's black, white, and red all over?
    .
    .
    .
    Tina Cohen Chang's prom dress.

  15. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    August 14, 2013 8:07pm UTC
    'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

  16. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    August 13, 2013 12:40am UTC
    On the right side on the wrong bed

  17. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    August 11, 2013 10:29pm UTC
    2 months can feel like a minute
    I wish 10 more could feel the same

  18. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    June 6, 2013 10:27pm UTC
    Once,
    On a yellow paper, with green lines, he wrote a poem,
    And called it “Chops”,
    Because that was the name of his dog,
    And that’s what it was all about.
    And the teacher gave him an “A”
    And a gold star,
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    And read it to all his aunts.
    That was the year his sister was born,
    With tiny toenails and no hair,
    And Father Tracy took them to the zoo
    And let them sing on the bus.
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a Christmas card
    Signed with a row of x’s.
    And his father always tucked him in at night,
    And he was always there to do it.
    Once,
    On white paper, with blue lines, he wrote another poem.
    And he called it “Autumn”
    Because that was the name of a season,
    And that’s what it was all about.
    And the teacher gave him an “A”
    And told him to write more clearly.
    And his mother didn’t hang it on the kitchen door
    Because the door
    Had just been painted.
    That was the year his sister got glasses,
    With black frames and thick lenses.
    And the kids told him why mother and father
    Kissed a lot,
    And that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews,
    And the girl around the block laughed
    When he went to see Santa Claus at Macy’s.
    And his father stopped tucking him in bed at night,
    And got made when he cried for him to.
    Once,
    On a paper torn from his notebook, he wrote another poem,
    And he called it “Question Marked Innocence”,
    Because that was the name of his grief
    And that’s what it was all about.
    And the professor gave him an “A”
    And a strange and steady look.
    And his mother never hung it on the door
    Because he never let her see it.
    That year he found his sister necking on the back porch
    And his parents never kissed, or even smiled.
    And he forgot how the end of the “Apostle’s Creed” went,
    And Father Tracy died.
    And the girl around the block wore too much make-up
    That made him cough when he kissed her,
    But he kissed her anyway.
    Once,
    At 3 am, he tucked himself in bed,
    His father snoring soundly.
    He tried another poem, on the back of a pack of matches,
    And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
    Because that’s what it was all about.
    And he gave himself an “A”
    And a slash on each damp wrist,
    And hung it on the bathroom door,
    Because he couldn’t reach the kitchen.

  19. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    June 1, 2013 10:34pm UTC
    who are you,
    really?
    you are not a name
    or a height, or a weight
    or a gender
    you are not an age
    and you are not where you
    are from
    you are your favorite books
    and the songs stuck in your head
    you are your thoughts
    and what you eat for breakfast
    on saturday mornings
    you are a thousand things
    but everyone chooses
    to see the million things
    you are not
    you are not
    where you are from
    you are
    where you're going
    ~m.k.

  20. abkamel* abkamel*
    posted a quote
    May 19, 2013 11:16am UTC
    A Suicide Note
    Goodnight, you said;
    goodbye, I said.
    And you never
    thought twice
    about
    it.
    (DS)

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