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i want to be there to see your smile when you first wake up to see the mountain of tea cups and mugs that you have collected on your desk and the paints that you left out because you couldn’t be bothered packing them away i don’t want you to change out of your hoddie and pajama pants because im coming over and i wouldn’t mind seeing you in your underwear and a singlet either if thats what you want i want you to be comfortable with me i want to see your room messy with clothes on the floor, books piled up on every possible surface your bra draped over a chair, papers strewn across your desk and i don’t want you to apolo

People like to hate and hurt and i think if someone hates or hurts you hurt them back torture them slowly cut them open and smash their bones scratch out their heart and devour them devour their soul like the demon they made you into and lick you lips to catch the fallen drops of blood replace their heart with sugar cubes and their ribs with rock candy and their soul with a blown up balloon then sew them back up and listen to them hurt just like they hurt you and listen to the screams of horror as you show the rest what you do to those who hurt you just to warn them stay away from my broken insane mind

The water in the house is going to kill the swimming fish because inside the house is hot water and it’s boiling up fast fast like someone running to catch the train to the important place they have to be and fast like the person following who wants to kill them the one who wants to put a knife into their stomach or cut them open like a present or scratch out their eyes with the neatly manicured nails manicured for that purpose by the lady who charges too much to get money from the people that value pretty pink nails more than financial security and their rich daddies and trophy mummies will pay not with money but with their child like

Sometimes you see a person and think they are so beautiful And then for the rest of the day their beauty stays with you And then you start to wonder does anyone think that way about me? of course not because, I am not a thing of beauty I am a thing of pain Of hate Because my face is covered in imperfection Because I am imperfect And my hair is limp and messy just like my pitiful existence and nothing sits right on my pudgy body And nothing sits right on my heart And I don’t fit with the girls or the boys Because I am an outsider And no matter how many kindhearted words flow into my ears They tell me I am, but I am so obviously not At

Goodbye, my friend. I always new that your end would be like this. End like a tradgedy. Every day I could see you getting weaker and I knew. Every day that passed I could see that you couldn’t stay here much longer. The pain in your eyes told me that much. The pain from the blade you thought would make it better and from the burning liquid you drank every morning before school and made you act like someone else and the voices in your head telling you to die. And the people in your life telling you the same thing. The people who were meant to care for you to love you. Your friends, your parents, your boyfriend. It hurt me so much to see

"Hey did I ever tell you about that show where it's sherlock holmes, but in modern day?" my dad asks me as I'm watching tv. "Um no you haven't...but it sounds kind of weird..." I replied in a bored tone of voice. I had to get back to watching x factor. The guy that was sining was really hot, but apparently he was gay... which is kind of gross. I continues to watch but opened my computer to facebook. I don't really go on the computer except for facebook, i have about 200 friends on there. I'm pretty happy with that. My best friend caitlin messaged me about some homework that she hadn't finished yet, so I said that I would email it to her, be

Pairing: Phan Warnings: um a little bit of implied smut Genre: fluff/kind of smut not really Disclaimer: I do not own Dan or Phil because that would be 1. impossible 2. illegal. This is fiction As I came into a sort of consciousness, I first noticed the pattering of the rain on the roof, and the cool breeze coming through the window and lightly tickling my skin. Second, I noticed the warm, sweat covered body wrapped around me, legs and arms entangled with mine. Im sure if someone could see us right now, they wouldn’t be able to tell who’s limbs belonged to who except for the pale colour of his and the slightly tanned colour of mi

Today, after class I wanted to tell you everything To cry into your shoulder and hug you as tight as was physically possible and ask you to help me or save me or something but i had a train to catch and you had a bus and we had to keep walking and i had to yell a hurried goodbye across the courtyard and think about how much i wanted to kiss you I need you and I want to hold you and you to hold me and I want you to tell me everything is ok and I want to learn to tell you when things are wrong but its such an ingrained habit to keep my emotions to myself and I need help to break it I need you to tell me you know I’m not ok and I need to