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like rain
looking back, I can't help but think
that life is just weird.
and as I lay here in my bed, with rain
once again pouring outside, dancing,
sliding down the outter window glass
I think I realize that some things are
better left a memory.
maybe you're better left a memory.
and I've changed so much these past few
months, i'm not really sure
where to go
anymore.
but maybe it's time I gave up
on virgos  and guitars and
boys who only come around when it rains.
maybe I should learn to kiss sober
and whisper sober
and love sober.
maybe it's time for change--
for a re-awakening
and to forget those
silly boys whose
lips taste
like
rain.
...but somehow theyre
always
my inspiration...
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your own damn fault
you never ask me if i'm okay in quite the right way.
it's always as if it's an accusation-- as if anything wrong with me
reflects badly on you
or i'm insane
or you just don't fully understand.
i used to want to talk, but not anymore,
not with the way you ask. and you have a way
of making everything feel forced. like a chore.
like it's not really an option or
something sweet, but something mandatory.
it's required.
there's so many reasons i can't talk to you.
but i collect people anyways, and we all have our own purposes. the right things
to do and say and talk about together and
it's not the same for each and everyone.
the French say that it's possible to love two
people at the same time, in different ways,
without one love detracting from the other.
and i don't doubt that. in fact, i know it
to be true.
that's not why i stopped loving you-- for someone else-- it's your own
damn fault.
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No Right Answer :iconmypienow:mypienow 2 1 barefoot, bluejean nights :iconmypienow:mypienow 5 0 stories yet to end :iconmypienow:mypienow 1 3 Wanderlust :iconmypienow:mypienow 4 0 Big City Dreams :iconmypienow:mypienow 2 0 A Little Bit Closer :iconmypienow:mypienow 5 0 the spark that lit the fire :iconmypienow:mypienow 2 0
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like wishes, falling
I wish that I could write, so that I could tell you all the things I've figured out.
Like, that love isn't always so loud, so
insistent.
That it doesn't have to hurt to feel real.
But it's in the quiet way you kiss my forehead,
or whisper to me goodnight, pulling me closer in your dreams.
It's in the way you softly twist my hair,
stroke my hand,
laugh
contentedly at my weirdness.
It's how I fit inside your arms or on your lap.
Things aren't like how I once thought.
I don't have to ache to know I'm in love.
To know that I'm yours
and you are mine.
This love is ours.
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light my heart tonight :iconmypienow:mypienow 0 0 Color Me Autumn I :iconmypienow:mypienow 3 0 Just Breathe :iconmypienow:mypienow 7 1 Dog Days of Summer :iconmypienow:mypienow 4 0 it used to be so easy :iconmypienow:mypienow 1 2 Letters from My Heart: In My Mind :iconmypienow:mypienow 1 1

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for the few and far between
lightning against a silver sky slashes
its way into your fingernails, and the
    last leaves of goodbye blue shed
into oblivion.
                       you will tremble, you
will quake, but you need to charge
through the storm that is
porcelain and cream and indigo in
a single second - the thud
of your
    heart
        as you
    press your (sole, soul) firmly into
footsteps you trot behind
[you can't let these moments
    dig down so deep that they
    become you
                        rather than
                build you.
fasten the chain with your
fangs - bare them, too -
    you're still a seed, but you've
        got bite]
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Prosetry
"You died last night. I killed you."
"Pardon?"
"I've killed you many times. In many dreams."
"Do you want to kill me now?"
"No. Why would I?"
"But you want me dead, right?"
"The thing about reality is, it has consequences."
"So you always got away with it?"
"Of course, it's not like morals apply or anything in my own dream world."
"..."
"Hey, isn't it stupid? Wishing, that is."
"What?"
"Have you ever made a wish on a star?"
"A few times? Why-?"
"It's pointless. Looking up at a lonely sky, you wish but sound doesn't travel through space. No matter how loud you SHOUT, your voice won't reach into the universe. And, even so, what could they possibly do for you? There's no one to grant their wish either. You might as well make a wish on a remote control."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Dandelions too. They're considered 'weeds' but people still make wishes and spread their seeds for even more wishes. I think if I ever
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on prosetry
ok. can i be honest with you? i wanted to be an alloy. i wanted to be a mixture of two imperfect metals that made something completely different, completely radical, completely
decomposable.
and you were the imperfect metal to my imperfect metal, this is: nerdy girl mantra take one, and i can even dance for you while i sing it, if you'd like- you are the imperfect (hip tilt) metal to my (lip lilt) imperfect metal (hair whip) and the heat of the summer (panty slip) binded us together- (irish jig) and for the ever-present pressure (eye flit) that would have crushed us separately, (tongue flip) it would have only held us, (shoulder bit) closer, (forehead kiss) together, (mouth to mouth shit) forever-- and i did that all in one take, second in class, cute southern piece of ass, but i'm not that cute, and i'm only really southern in the summer or around my grandmother, and i don't have much of an ass. but you get the point. and i was quite a catch- and us being an alloy and all, well me bei
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read this without breathing
Don't call me beautiful.
This isn't some over the counter form of self-deprecation. It's truth in a full-informed prescription. Maybe you've figured this out by now and I'm wasting my words telling you, but darling, I'm an acidic mess and I promise I'll burn holes through your best intentions. Read this as the label marked "warning." Or maybe I'm a battlefield and honestly, blow by blow, you're killing me. But usually, I'm simply a one-way road that dead-ends at your doorstep and I'm crashing into you.
I swear we do the worst things to each other in the worst and most nonsensical ways.
Don't pretend I'm clever.
I'm just recycled words from recycled thoughts from recycled people. Not one piece of me is remotely original. The sad truth is I'm more horrible than I seem. I'm a wildly mismatched collection of sad songs on scratched cds, half-read books and unraveling cardigans all accumulating in a giant mess meant to impress the next person and then the next. Until I realize that I just sp
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Let the Fall Make You Stronger.
"Hey! Are you all right?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"Backwards?"
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"What?"
"If I'm fine."
"Are you?"
"Nope."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Oh for-Why?"
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
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Broken Sleep, Red Lipstick
I am only an insomniac when it rains. The pitter patter of the raindrops reminds me of the pitter patter of cat paws.
(He liked to sleep at my feet when I could barely think, just to make me feel better. I think you used to tell him to.)
I wish I could wrap your memories around my spine and wear them as a backbone, because they are stronger than the arch my broken spined back seems to have developed of late.
(Spines are oddly brittle, and a lot like wrists. Easy to break and forever to heal.)
But I cannot depend of any of that anymore. So I wear red lipstick and high heels and go to parties and tell strangers how amazing they are to be wearing red lipstick and high heels and how different they must be to come to this party instead of the other one.
(All because you would hate parties and think nightlife is so stupid.)
It is what I do with my insomnia. Because my spineless back, the memories of you incessantly looped in my sleeplessly addled brain and the raindrops
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Why I Hate Romantic Comedies
1.
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
2.
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
3.
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
4.
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
5.
Because everything is assured in i
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Lying, Cheating Harlot
“I have issues.”
“That’s a revelation.”
“No. Seriously. I have issues.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What’s going on?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone who’ll love me.”
"..."
“What? Why're you looking at me like that?”
“You aren’t serious, right?”
“I am glad my pain makes you so incredulous.”
“All right, let me try this again. If you can't find someone who loves you, who am I to you?”
“You’re-”
“Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I’ve made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.”
“You do that for-”
“I am the girl who will split her fingers in two and let the ink fall on pages and p
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maybe you never belonged to me
I can still feel the weight of your lips on the curve of my collarbone. Sometimes, it feels paralyzing, crushing, absolute. Sometimes, it feels like home. Like everything.
I once heard that when you can't fall asleep it means you're awake in someone else's dream. I wonder which one of us was dreaming that night, because everything was too quiet, too easy, too perfect. You used to fall asleep next to me, your body curled against mine. It's a warmth that's not easy to forget. A hidden smile tucked into pillows and sheets. It's easy to think these things will last forever when you're tangled up together. For me, the strings of my life will always be tangled up in yours. Forever tied to you. No matter hard they attempt to fray. To fall apart. To sever.
--
It's snowing for the first time this year. Soft and gentle, glittering in the sunlight, falling in large flakes, easy and quiet nothing at all like the storm that rages inside of me, turning up the corners of my heart, throwing shrapnel
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a lifetime of storms just to make things matter
It never rains like this where I’m from. It’s all or nothing there. Where the sky will split open for days, swallowing the continents, putting oceans where they used to rest. There, we were always just barely afloat, and I never learned how to swim.
Here, I feel like I can still breathe between the raindrops and I sit out on our back patio and let the water soak into my skin and wash away all my sins. I know I’m not who I thought I’d be five years ago, but it’s not enough just to wish you could change, sometimes you just have to accept the way things are. Except who you’ve become. Where you’ve come from.
It was the day after my twentieth birthday when I learned that my heart would skip beats when I saw his face. My pulse would start and stop and disappear. I was fading and sometimes, he would make my outlines clear again, bring back the contours and all my shades and shadows. Small smiles would be awarded, unfamiliar to my face. He was my angel
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Hello Everyone!

I have been kindly featured here: mebilia.deviantart.com/journal…
Additionally, I have now been featured here: news.deviantart.com/article/14…

I do believe I may have created my favorite photo of my own as of yet. =D
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  • Reading: text messages
  • Eating: apple
  • Drinking: tea

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Paige
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"A Photograph May Be Worth a Thousand Words, But It Is My Intention to Leave You Speechless." --myself

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:wave:  where are you?
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Happy Birthday
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Happy B-day :D :cake:
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thanks!
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Thanks for the watch Paige! :glomp:
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hey beautiful
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Thank you for adding "I'll Remember You" to your Favorites! Have a nice day. :heart:
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happy B day
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Happy Birthday too you........
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