it's half past midnight. the scent of tobacco and sea salt cling to eric as he carves secrets into his skin. they look like raindrops and now he's standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at me as if to say "see what i've done." - eric is the type of boy who wouldn't be impressed if he saw new york up close, but would just stare at the unnecessary amount of people then shake his head and walk away. he is the type of boy who will end up smoking his mothers ashes after she finally dies from the disappointment. he bends and breaks his bones and it hurts my heart as i try to curse him sober and curse him clean. it never works. what, with all these crying eyes, am i suppose to do now? - words are pouring out of his mouth like alcohol and i'm getting oh-so-drunk. |
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come join *project-improve !
your words always look so perfect and sound so beautiful haha, give yourself some credit!
out of curiosity, how did you make the font like that? D: i'm afraid i = fail at typesetting.
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"Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two wherein lies the mystery." - Skulduggery Pleasant
who will end up smoking his
mothers ashes after she finally
dies from the disappointment."
:/
I know that one.
Wonderfulwonderfulwonderful.
eheh, just use this code(but without spaces): < tt >
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gun hip swollen lip bottle sip
yeah i suck dick.
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gun hip swollen lip bottle sip
yeah i suck dick.
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gun hip swollen lip bottle sip
yeah i suck dick.
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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
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