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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: My Heart Is Numb
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Tuesday, December 17, 2013. My Heart Is Numb. That's how my life crumbled. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Heart Is Numb. View my complete profile. I Enjoy Their Words. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: March 2014
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Saturday, March 29, 2014. This Is The Best I Can Do. Today you walked a sleepy posture out to meet me and I told your sunken eyes that I love you. But you have long forgotten the year I was born and I'm far from 7 years old. And so many nights I've wished we never changed. That you still kept you age and happiness. That I still kept my smile and ignorance. Yet here we are, drifting. Held together by fraying worn out strings and empty words. Yet they still crack my bones.
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Charles Darnell: let's be childish
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. We make out at his place on the weekend but you'll never see us holding hands in the street on a tuesday. we're in love with the way each other looks and the way we make each other laugh and the way that we kiss and we're in love with our little coffee dates and car rides but we're not in love. Darling, let's be childish. February 25, 2015 at 10:23 PM.
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Charles Darnell: 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, January 23, 2015. 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬. She stood like a ghost against the blacklight of 3am. Blood dripping from her mouth and nose. Wearing shoes too big and too high to walk in. And she was trying too damn hard. She was trying too damn hard. The aesthetic she was aiming for was too dirty. And the blood was fake and everyone knew it. Tacked to a tree.
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Charles Darnell: 4/25/15 - 5/17/15
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, May 22, 2015. I saw that new picture. The one where you had your arms around her. Your head in her shoulder. You only ever held me like that in the dark. With the door locked. In the middle of the night. But there you are. Out in public in the light of day. And you love her. You said you loved me. Not three weeks before they took this photo. Was i not enough?
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: April 2013
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Tuesday, April 30, 2013. I wonder if the sky loves the rain so much, it hurts it let it fall. Stability Is Not Sanity. I'd rather have you miserable with me than happy with another guy.". Because I'm a selfish bastard and I'm happy with it.". And it was never the thorns that cut me, it was the petals that reminded me. I've never been here, but hold on to how it felt when I entered. Is there anything better than the illusion of perfection? But there is a war within me, I...
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: February 2013
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Monday, February 25, 2013. Heights Never Scared Me Like Insecurities Do. It's time to break me open and strip me down,. I'm not so sure about this. I'll have you know I'm scared to death. No, not of death, of living. Of being locked in the delicate cage I'm singing in,. The kind of intricate home that brings the sunlight in but doesn't let you taste it. I'm scared of leaving though, too. Leaving means change, and I'm no chameleon. Are you still there? Waiting for him,.
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: October 2013
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Wednesday, October 16, 2013. Letters To The Almost Lovers. To the one with freckles,. Do you remember the airport? Eyes that left my lungs aching and heart flooding, kisses that knocked me to the floor, dizzy and sick, but I'd lean in for another. And I'm not asking if you love her (you do), I'm just asking if you ever think about us, and if you ever think it was worth it. To the one that knows,. Please, please, please cut these strings. To the wanderer,.
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Charles Darnell: January 2015
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, January 23, 2015. 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬. She stood like a ghost against the blacklight of 3am. Blood dripping from her mouth and nose. Wearing shoes too big and too high to walk in. And she was trying too damn hard. She was trying too damn hard. The aesthetic she was aiming for was too dirty. And the blood was fake and everyone knew it. 2 i would purpos...