Connect the DotsThe mirror holds a different boy, Stare shallow, skin pockmarked byConnect the Dots
A smattering of crimson mountains. Eyes claw out from fleshy folds,
Small pools of longing in the arid canyon Pass over the young pink warmth and
Roll into the glass, stagnant and calm and true.
It extends the comfort of certainty, a thing
Not found in boys and girls and hopes and dreams.
He uncaps the marker and brings the
Black tip to skin, always watching the
Mirror boy as the thick inky line makes Its way across the pale plains and red ridges, Tracing constellations of flesh and g
A Valentine ConfessionI need to talk to you. I need to talk to someone. This isn’t a story or anything, it’s more like a confession. I’m not going to use fancy words or recurring metaphors or a descriptive narrative to make my point because I’m tired. Tired of it all. So I will tell it to you in the truest sense I can muster, exactly how it is perceived, exactly how it occurs. I will tell you the truth, to the nearest that I can discern.A Valentine Confession
Today I will tell you of love, my love, the love for another, and the absence of it.
She’s beautiful. A quick flash of her eyes light up my world and I’m flying, beyond mys
A World Worth Living In“D’you see the game?”A World Worth Living In
“Don’t remind me.”
“That was a pretty rough one huh?”
“I said, don’t remind me.”
“Sheesh, don’t get all uptight or anything.”
“Well then stop telling me about the damn game.”
“You going to get anything or-“
“Yea. I need her filled up.”
He points out of the smudged windows at the hulking yellow bus silent in the cold.
“Almost ran out after my morning run. That would’ve been a nightmare.”
Horror of the Emotionally DeadThere is no terror worse than to experience nothingHorror of the Emotionally Dead
To experience nothing is to discard one’s humanity
The inhuman notes his family’s passing with neither grief, nor joy
For he feels nothing
The inhuman knows what is missing, but longs for it not
For he feels nothing
The inhuman watches as the girl he wants to love loves another,
And he feels nothing
The inhuman watches the world through a window, bored
And then he dies
There is no terror worse than the soul’s departure before the body
Th
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Let dream be my destiny
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Shiessen-hausen
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Shiessen-hausen
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"se vieres, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, às três ja eu começo a ser feliz"
whenever u post somethin about all stars note the club cuz i cant submit things unless u want us to
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~allstars come and check out your works
thanks for the watch
*watches too*
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~allstars come and check out your works
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