February 2012
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 5 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 4 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 and a half hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 and a half hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2.25 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and 45 minutes of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and a half of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can just not wake up and sleep all day
“You can’t really teach a kid anything: you can only show him the way and...”
– Dave Cullen, Columbine
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People should listen to Harry more often.
Harry: Someone's going to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.
Teachers: LOL, kids these days!
Harry: There's a voice saying it's wants to kill...
Hermione: Hearing voices isn't normal.
Harry: Sirius Black is innocent.
Ministry of Magic: LOL, NO.
Harry: I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire.
Everyone: Yes you did.
Harry: Voldemort's returned.
Ministry of Magic: You just want attention.
Harry: Draco Malfoy is a Death Eater.
Everyone: Cool story, bro.
Harry: The Deathly Hallows are real.
Hermoine: that's stupid.
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Fuck this
My reaction to stuff that makes me feel like cutting again. I just keep repeating this over and over, like a mantra in my head. Fuck everyone. Fuck the world. I’m better than this.
Maybe worth trying, maybe not. But as long as it keeps the scars off my arm, I’m up.
“My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was...”
– Norwegian Wood (via adeuls
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When you're home sick from school and trying to...
But there’s nothing but children’s shows on…
And you’re stuck having to watch Dora…
leaveyouapen:
The ink, like the oil,
the natural resource of my soul is
running out and sooner than excepted
I’ll go dry.
For Love Or Nothing: Scribe III: The Unread →
leaveyouapen:
Going Unread, spend the night with a pen, and see
it how it feels. You spilled your tears, kept them in
but let them run across the page. Over hours you
let the right words see through to an audience that
was never there, so behind the curtains you stand
and await to begin, but your spoken…
The Strings Of Poetry
leaveyouapen:
Each poet pulls and tugs, like fishing
lines, waiting for a catch, in an ocean
so vast and open, we throw strings
so thin they hardly cut through the
water let alone sink, but we wait, we
know the words, the bait, will catch
something soon, and then we’ll be
pulled under.
Everyday I wake up and tell myself I'll be okay,...
