nothing poetic.then tomorrow i'll prove myself a teenager by sleeping the day away. sounds great.
i'm not asking anyone to join me or anything [unless you want to? go ahead man.] i'm just letting you know.
(:
Newest Deviations
021.1. when i first met you you were like an unopened mystery present to me i knew nothing about what was inside you & i was fully prepared to rip you open & see your insides & the thought of this made my blood cells feel like they were electrified [ how electrified? i could have lit up half of china or california or, selfishly, the half of my heart that quit on me years ago due to severe heart break.] after two years, you're still a mystery to me & i have yet to tear you open. &nbs021.
by ~agirlcalledHector
020.you used to lie on my bed with me when i wrote on whatever was lying around shoes or skin or broken heart strings not yet repaired & you'd watch me. you'd watch how i formed my m's like half hearts & the way i held my pencil lovingly020.
[ yet not as lovingly as you. do i mean not as lovingly as i held you or not as lovingly as you held me
or does it really matter? ]
& the way i closed my eyes at the end of each sentence.
& then we'd kiss or go outside in the freezing cold or drink hot chocolate or look out of the window into the night sky or just lay down on my bed side by side, ha
by ~agirlcalledHector
019.dear you,019.
i have 111 messages in my e-mail spam folder & 1 message from you in my phone from months ago. i think my phone is going to give me love advice before i forget what you said in the message. i also think my phone will delete your message soon & i wont be allowed to forget what you said in the message because if i forget i'll have nothing left of you but the memories i wont list.
your sister told me hou
by ~agirlcalledHector
018. i like how we have unimportant things in common such as not possessing the ability to keep acrylic paint from playing hide & go seek under our fingernails or how we could both live off of the love of another human being & cereal but only the colorful kind that kids way younger than us find joy in eating or how striped shirts make us look like lumpy zebras but that never stops us from wearing them as often as we want018.
or just. things like that. but i also like tons of other things besides you & not having anything to do with you such as receiving mail & the sme
by ~agirlcalledHector
Random Favourites
Go Again--SheThe implications of such a thing are unending- mind bending. He trips over the wires of the machine he built for himself.Go Again--She
Go. She squirrels away the remnants of her childhood dutifully into her handkerchief. They had never felt more loved than then. Go. The basis of this theory is completely unfounded and unimaginative. She loves him because of things like that. Go. Her mother is shrinking with age and all she wants to do when she sees her is cry. Not because her mom is growing older, but because she's afraid to grow old herself. Go. Occasionally she has a strong u
by ~Notoday
In a Schoolhouse ApartmentIt's not just a story whatever you and I told in the bed next to your chalk-boarded wall where I drew pictures of you smoking cigerettes which I told you would kill you in a hat which I told you was orange even though it was only black and white.In a Schoolhouse Apartment
I tell it like a joke; the punchline is professor and it does get a stir every time but no one ever understands that the joke
is that i miss you-- all the brandy you drank like water, a record buzzing in the background, pizza with olives and god i hate olives. During Splendo
by ~silvertears
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
by =Pretty-As-A-Picture
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: cary,
- Interests: surviving on words, vampire bites, shiny new cds, moustache necklaces, jewish boys, autumn, you,
- Favourite movie: across the universe,
- Favourite genre of music: oldies, indie, classic rock,
- Favourite poet or writer: sylvia plath,
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano, i think the 4th generation. the original,
- Personal Quote: <3,
- Email: charlieslashhector@gmail.com
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