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30 July 2008 @ 10:19 pm
i'm in a real fucking minus the bear mood and i don't fucking know why. i wanna drop coins from your car windows and watch them fall in the side mirrors. i want to fucking get rid of this terrible itch i've had for days and get my hands around your neck for the first and last time. i want to watch you turn baby blue and violet and pink and fuchsia and then just a gray gray gray, for good. your insides never finished getting their fix of the booze and i need you to act like you're on an acid trip for me now, just fool me you bastard. i need you to lie to me like you have been, just do it for kicks.

but you don't know how much i fucking love you. i fucking need you and your lazy eye and your perfect cocaine smile with the freckles on your left cheek.

so don't ever leave me or let me go.

i need those blue eyes to match my sunrise.
 
 
noise: minus the bear
 
 
17 July 2008 @ 01:17 pm
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25 June 2008 @ 08:11 pm
i want so badly to just run to the edge of the world and stare into the sea. where the reflection of your eyes would be in the water. just drowning there, falling into the deep blue. with the blue and blue and blue and endless blurred images of your face.

and we could be the sinking ships that used to sail across the world so swiftly with pride in our eyes and the wind under our word. we'd fill our cotton sails with nothing but the whispers of the world and the sound of you calling my name. the sound would echo throughout the birth and crawl across the deck.

we would drop our anchor on the shore to nowhere and look out over the vast sea and wonder wonder wonder to ourselves how we'd gotten there in the first place. wonder how we'd been so fortunate.

our golden eyes and our golden skin and our golden thoughts would mesh together into the ocean.

we'd be forgotten
 
 
24 May 2008 @ 10:22 pm
i can smell you crawling across my skin. i can feel you on my fingertips. i can hear you breathing, deep and low. i can see your eyes matching up with mine, flickering light.

but you're not here.

i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.

smile, i'm omnipresent haha.

you're too perfect for perfection.

ps; happy 'one month' on monday :)
 
 
noise: grapevine fires; death cab for cutie