you are as diehard as they come.that's pretty much all of my stuff from over the last year gone.
feels good.
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cherry drop girl.and she doesn't let the cracks show, where the steam seeps under her makeup, oozes like blood from cocaine gums. she's vulnerable beneath that iron first, y'know, but that girl's a genius, and she'll only let it slip for a minute.cherry drop girl.
six inch stripper shoes and a ripback top, six tequila shots, and she's on top, fine form, oh, she's a heartbreaker.
by ~tiensou
4:56it's 4: 56. i've washed out my mouth with whiskey, but this bedroom is still a languid hell. the boy on the floor next to me has his eyes closed. i'm not sure if he's asleep, or passed out. i'm not sure where my knickers are either. infact, i'm not quite sure where i am.4:56
if only the people at home knew.
i pluck the joint out of the boys dry, dumb mouth and spark up. a gentle tug on the smoke, and suddenly, the world ain't so bad, and i'm superhuman sometimes. this bruise laden summer is all i'll ever know. you know, it's hard to break away from loving when it feel
by ~tiensou
unrelated incidents.unrelated incidents.unrelated incidents.
the last ever time you told me "i love you" was the only time i ever believed it.
i was writing a text to my boyfriend when i realised it was the kind of text only you should be reading, so never sent it.
i remember those last fateful days; and now i can never make a cup of tea standing in the same way.
i'm writing this like it's heartbreak, but i haven't cried yet. i guess i just miss you.
but i don't remember what you smell like.
the sex was synonymously the worst and best i've ever had.
you're the only one who knows
by ~tiensou
the things that are left.i can hear the tap dripping in the other room; i never did get round to fixing it.the things that are left.
so many things i forgot to fix; that tap, the headboard on my bed. my face, your heart.
i guess, i'll never get the chance to make things okay, (but what chance did i stand anyway?) so i let that tap drip, and the last tears i'll ever spill, will come from a little rusted pipe. raindrops will chase each other
down a car window, on the journey taking me away from you.
by ~tiensou
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- Favourite style of art: anything which sparks hate, controversy or disapproval.
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