"every time I try weed I'm gay"
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Be my passenger tonight and I'll take you somewhere your body cant comprehend. No one can fnd us here, nobody. light up and smoke this stupid town and you'll never have you see your stupid parents or your stupid friends again. everyone you've evr had the pain of loving will be nothing more than a scratched out picture in ur Junior year yearbook. take the weights off your shoulders and throw it out... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
approximately 2 gazillion words in the dick-tionary and not a single one can describe how much I crave to be anywhere but here. think of it this way, a little paper mache doll spinning in circles on the tip of its pointy little paper leg, dreaming of the day it would come alive. stop spinning. the world might stop spinning at any moment but who are we to keep it running? (mother nature is tired fu... » Continue Reading
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god I feel sick to my fuckin stomach. i chugged this random girls redbull and i could taste a million lies where her lips touched the can. made me retch and fold and crumple up into a little wad of gum. boy have we got a lot to do today. staring at a million words, writing meaningless ones, and pretending to give a shit when you really could care less if you fail this class (life). I feel like my ... » Continue Reading
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well, good morning to a dark and stormy night. my painting still isn't fucking dry and the parking lot smells like piss and I smell like piss and everything is piss so flick your hair and shine bright I guess, drink your preworkout, smfd. go be cool and go to prom and get laid and kiss (kill) your boyfriend and drink till the stars start to merge together just bit my fuckin tongue again, a little ... » Continue Reading
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Its so cold, its cold 2 the touch my fingers frost over and with tired eyes and tangled hair, she whispers "Ill tell the truth someday" there was never another sound from her mouth. thunder ringing in my ears but my eyes tear up at the falling of a star her pale eyes and spoiled tears sing me to sleep but don't take too long so the feeling doesn't rot soft laced lullabies soak up the blood on the... » Continue Reading
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THE HORROR!!1!!! GOLLY YOU ARE FRIGHTENING!!!!!! yeah ok smfd kid. how about I message your mom on Facebook marketplace and ask to buy what shes selling (if you catch what I'm saying...need a step daddy?) only yolking. y'know how when you associate something with someone you try to associate it with someone else to give yourself at least a little comfort? well imagine getting fucked in that alley ... » Continue Reading
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sitting here watching the sunset (or sunrise, I don't know anymore). another long day that waits to get itself out of my system. I could be doing a thousand sit ups or finding a cure for cancer that doesn't involve being miserable but instead I'm sitting here and waiting for the day to finish so that I can do the exact same thing tomorrow. I'm tired of waiting for things to be done when I should j... » Continue Reading
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murky rich soil that only a mother would want to be buried under, I'll prick myself on this thorned stem, one for every time I told someone I loved them and didn't mean it. I die by my own word. I'm praying that everything that's happened in the past 16 years, one month, and one week is all just one frat roofie fever dream. I'll turn this into a song with 12 voice cracks for each 12 months, maybe ... » Continue Reading
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all I want right now is pouring rain and something that my Denver lungs cant begin to comprehend. the smoke in the air makes my eyes burn and water and I begin to cry without any actual feeling. I'd shake my fist and damn the Lord for the shitty weather and this metaphorical forest fire of a love letter to the moon, but really, I cant get enough. you think about how sad your life is but its you wh... » Continue Reading
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God is the homeless man on the side of the sweltering curb, eyes darting and watching you subconsciously clutch your not-so-expensive pearl necklace your 3rd husband bought you for your 16437294th anniversary. last night, I dreamt about the end of the world. the rupture, except Jesus was a no-show. it wasn't how you would imagine it. there was no fire, no screaming, no hell. it was silent. it was... » Continue Reading
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okay so maybe I am a little dramatic. but in my defense, since when was having a passion for the theatrical art such a terrible thing? I think we all deserve to be dramatic, otherwise life would feel like sitting in a plain white room with only stainless steel and a beige vase with beige flowers and a beige bottle of beige wine (although it already kinda does...). be the Hamlet of the room. be the... » Continue Reading
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