| I put this stuff up when I think its good and then twenty minutes later I realize it wasn't. v( '^' )v |


Boy1. I want to keep breaking pieces off my heart, because each time I am hurt I have something to write about. Wanting you makes my words poignant and powerful. Wanting you keeps me interesting to myself. I dreamt your hands got stuck in my hair, blind-folded, chained up. Every time I'm sad I think of the time on the dance floor when you took a chance and kissed my neck. Every time I'm sad I think of how often you don't respond to my texts. Every time I'm sad I think of how I don't know whether I actually like you or if you've just got me wrapped around your finger. I think of how easy it is not to care.Boy
2. I don'


people i think about often1. when we touch my body shakes, uncontrollable like seizures. i spend every moment with you wondering what you think of me, if you are even paying attention to me. i often wonder if you would like the song that is stuck in my head. I wonder if you watch me while I'm eating. My lips are stained red and my eyes are gold.people i think about often
I wish I were a robot with a circuit board instead of a human being with a heart. Broken machinery is much less sad than broken people, and it would be easier for me to understand why you'd upgraded to a better model.
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time has become increments of moments between the circumstances that i see


Sometimes I guess I feel guiltThe futon was made of human bones and you wouldn't stop texting me the names and descriptions of women you had slept with. Each of them, you said, reminded you of me in some way.Sometimes I guess I feel guilt
Your step-sons journal was full of explicit material, like the photographs of him fucking mirrors. They were my favorite. He is seated next to me under the light of the lamp I thought I had broke while we were fucking, and I had always wondered what lie you would tell your family about how it broke.
Maybe you would say you found it broken, the same way you had found their family broken. Or maybe you would say you were drunk and you crashed i


Take MeI will shed layers off my skin And pull out locks of my hair To sculpt into a second me for you All I can give you is myselfTake Me
And you can have the circles from under my eyes And you can eat the skin from my chapped lips You can take the bones that jut out from my ribcage You can have the smile where one side of my mouth curls up You can rip out the twinkle from beneath my eyelids You can have the uncertainty in my voice when I try to explain elements of plot in literature to you
You can take my ever chipped nail polish The wave in my hair when I don't style it &nbs
| I put this stuff up when I think its good and then twenty minutes later I realize it wasn't. v( '^' )v |


ParaphiliaParaphiliaParaphilia
Be my perversion My open heart surgery Promise you値l play with me You値l stay with me
Hold the burning across my skin Make my insides hurt The sting of things to come The smile that pain will bring Open eyes to have them shut Open your mouth
Pour the night inside yourself Let lust live
Worm inside you I値l lay myself inside you I値l let you become an issue Sever right through
Let the taboo shine I値l be your taboo You値l be my vice Take it out on me
Smile in
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If you can put a cow in front of your speakers and end up with ground beef, you're good.
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Aaron Hupp is the worst smelling person in the world
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LOL! your signature...i knew his sister smelled but D: dang.
And I died.
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Aaron Hupp is the worst smelling person in the world
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SO TRUE, AGH. DX
I couldn't think of anything else that was universal fact, but was concise and kind of an inside joke.
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Aaron Hupp is the worst smelling person in the world
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Aaron Hupp is the worst smelling person in the world
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