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of rushed words and hushed thirsts
mellowman

the wave, the surge

Some call it love and some call it sex.
opposites.
Call it what you want, but with one touch and you’re gone, so call in sick.
Human politics, from whispered hushes and distant crushes.
Mental fits breakin’ pencil tips and
inkin’ brushes.
Simple rushes.
God makes man and this is the devil's finishing touches.
- Butterfly Effect -

alfresco

beat, rhythm
questions, answers

movements





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Saturday, December 7, 2013

anyone who i seriously have a crush on is one hell of an unfortunate guy. flaws magnified, all strengths deemed undignified, you are in for a psychotic one-sided glaring sessions.

i hate all of you, especially you.

you twerp.


♥ 9:23 PM


Friday, December 6, 2013

i want my freedom, but it's being taken away from me. reveling in this dunyaa, i  am not willing to face the facts of real life and instead, i drown myself into a worldly-filled state of thought.

i do not want to go back to college. i do not want to study. i do not want to see him, or anyone else anymore. this confined cocoon that i'm wrapping myself with like a permanent security blanket is, for now, the most comforting thing.

i am being childish, i have always been like this.

no i do not want to go back. qoienfaljdscnlroe.


♥ 4:29 PM