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December 2010
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ethernets-deactivated20120105-d asked: Dear Mattison,
Hi. I like cats.
Hi. I love you.
I'm going to try and come over this summer because I miss my partner in crime<3 Maybe I'll just go do a road trip with my friend Briana and then you can meet her!
asdfghjkl; stop being so gorgeous and flawless BY THE WAY
Love,
you're very first best friend...
Hi. I like cats.
Hi. I love you.
I'm going to try and come over this summer because I miss my partner in crime<3 Maybe I'll just go do a road trip with my friend Briana and then you can meet her!
asdfghjkl; stop being so gorgeous and flawless BY THE WAY
Love,
you're very first best friend...
November 2010
4 posts
September 2010
2 posts
“If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. I hope you find out what you...”
– (via ashweener)
oh beautiful.
August 2010
3 posts
Suddenly, a cloud must have cut a hole in my head, When i was tangled all in your words. How quick to forget, We are, With eyes unimpressed You’re sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it’s not your fault when no one taught you how.
Dear You,
I’m glad you know how to write a letter to practically a ghost but you’ve proved nothing. The day you pick up the phone and make an effort, is the day I’ll listen because sitting on your ass and saying the things you did isn’t going to make me happy. Telling the entire interweb that I’ve been a horrible person isn’t a way to win your best friend back. You and I...
April 2010
9 posts
March 2010
13 posts
it's really hard to fix my problems
when I don’t know what’s bothering me.
I’m in such a weird spot right now. I can’t even explain it.
I SHOULD be content with everything, but I’m not.
Make me, stretch my skin paper thin I’ve taken my head and drained it dry When butterflies fell like water out of my ears I screamed, “save the faith!” And all fell into place Cup your hands until they break Don’t let them fall short of your fingers One slip and it’s all over Dead at dawn, I won’t live without them
and then i’m gona draw some bad ass picture of somebody with their head...
I want to keep writing.
where’s my inspiration?
February 2010
4 posts
pages
There’s proof of the wicked In ivory skies they hide, in her heart they play With wooden pistols With their stolen silhouettes of children before her She stands in circles and ends up back on the floor Her skin lay torn while the worlds of devils shook in her words Her last story was written in silver And wasn’t meant to be read With delicate fingers, she told of unfolding minds, she told of...
January 2010
7 posts
dreams of green
She wrote in smoke and traced her fingers with little to no delicacy Her well rounded insanity would mean Seeing in dreams of green that don’t make much sense When he walked by, she laughed a little louder And followed the sparkles of memories he left behind Soaking in whispers she used to talk to at night She found the balls to tell him she hated him But that opportunity to fix herself was...
