July 2011
326 posts
Go away now I want to hide in a corner and turn off the lights.
Just leave me here to rot in my pity.
Seriously, I’ve earned my vacation time.
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Greedily stealing from those
who have less sense than
you do. Do you consider
yourself an angel or a
martyr? Because your
wings will disintegrate with
each step you take on
a spider woven foundation.
Convoluted and concerned
for lives other than those
important to you. It seems
as if each moment you spend
closer you send your soul
farther away. When will
you learn to enjoy what
you...
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Listen to the sound
of your heart thump, it speaks the
only truth you will know.
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Fuck titles.
My heart erupts from within the
confines of its meager cage.
Begotten and stricken with virtue,
She cries in the moonlight searching
for stars in what she can no longer
see. Dangling from threads drawn
from my sleeve like an archers bow,
she grasps the thin fibers for dear
life, impatiently avoiding the inevitable
collapse to the fiery soil beneath my
ignoble feet. The archer pulls with...
June 2011
229 posts
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Stumbling through the
morning light, tying knots in
summer’s paradise
WatchSomeone’s a little bitter.
Anonymous asked: Post a picture of yourself?
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How sordid it is
To know you never meant a word
You vomited out.
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Darker Things
The darkness breeds within me
laying its eggs in every fiber of
my essence. Burrowing into my
palms and fishing for joy in pools
of blood. Gnawing away at each
orifice and reflective surface.
In every mirror I see a shadow
of myself, and a trail of lies
occluding its path like a pestilence
of locusts swirling in rage.
It lives within me, you see,
its darker than the vacancies
in my...
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I suppose its reached that time again where
goodbye means the same thing as forever.
yet.
I’ll miss you means never.
And I’ll give you a called means again.
And we’ll hang out soon means to.
And I’ll always care about you means be.
And You’re always on my mind means with.
And You’ll have a place in my heart means you.
I’ve never been the one to...
There is never enough time in the day to say what I mean to say.
I have to wait until March for Mass Effect 3.
Fuck man.
euphoriaoftherestless asked: once upon a time there was a boy named steve. his name. it was steve.
Anonymous asked: 3&6
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Anonymous asked: 4, 12, 20
Anonymous asked: 2 and 13
sparrowsflyfree asked: 12. some one you love and why
Anonymous asked: 20
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Dear Steve,
You’ll never read this.
But I just want to let you know I’m proud of you. Everything you stand for, everything you will be. Your achievements and accoutrements are impeccable, and your drive is astounding. You have a bloodthirsty determination to place your rage in success, and you’re as pragmatic as you are persistent. Don’t let yourself down when you fall short of your...
Welp. I'm off to Chicago for a few days.
I’ll see you soon, tumblr.
I’ll be scrawling words on my forearms in the time being.
There’s enough pain here for all of us to share.
Peace and love, girlscouts.
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I am silently satisfied with the hole I’ve dug.
At least is roomy, with plenty of space for my
malignant thoughts to air out. At least I’m alone
down here, marooned and stranded from the
things I abhor. And at least I can breathe down
here, even if every other inhalation is dust.
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My mind is splintered and scattered somewhere
along the expressway, calling out to the stars
and road kill for a bit of assistance in piecing
itself back together. I hurled its infernal being
from my window when I realized that I wouldn’t
pass security with a contemptuous soul. So
I discarded it and left it die on its bare back
in the stark summery air of a late June sunrise.
I...
FUCK HIGH SCHOOL.
You could have just given me one point. Just one point.
You bastards.
Anonymous asked: so your heart does bleed for someone?
Anonymous asked: Do u like anybody?
achancetoinspire asked: I wanna spend a day with Steve,
To be in your mind and to be able to comprehend the meanings, behind your thoughts exhilarates my longing to understand
To understand how such beautiful, exotic arrangements of words can make perfect since in my mind, but to explain out loud, nearly impossible.
So I guess my question is,
Who are you?
What's your story?
To be in your mind and to be able to comprehend the meanings, behind your thoughts exhilarates my longing to understand
To understand how such beautiful, exotic arrangements of words can make perfect since in my mind, but to explain out loud, nearly impossible.
So I guess my question is,
Who are you?
What's your story?
Anonymous asked: What is your relationship status?
Anonymous asked: oh how i ove stalking your tumblr :) your writing is absolutely amazing and has inspired me to finally make my own tumblr after all these months of stalking you! tehe
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I went out last night to try and haul in some fireflies to
comfort me while I lay awake. But I only caught
nightmares in my viscid palms, visions of me writhing
in the captivity of my mind as the walls closed in.
I thought I’d catch my childhood back but I only left
with the faint smell of rotting flesh and the dying wish
of my latest regret.
“Say goodbye, one last time....
So this is how it ends. Bureaucracy and medical bills. Shame, I never knew you that well. But at least my paycheck will.
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Nice guys finish last. But at least they finish.
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My wallet is fat with mistakes
I’d be willing to spend a whole
day mulling over. Because at
least I can see the outcome
on the receipt, after I willingly
subject myself to my fallibility.
I’ll blow the next paycheck on
what it takes to forget what
I thought I was never capable
to commit.
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Hopscotch.
My heart plays hopscotch when I feel your
radiance humming its nude desires under my
heavy breath. The irregular thump sounds akin
to an alcoholic bass drummer sleeping atop
the skin of his snare. Its like childhood all
over again when I detect the emanating
heat waves from your over active eyeballs
kissing my skin with a fistful of lust, pounding
away at every last exposed hair follicle...
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Hope is as much of a burden as pain. Both feelings overestimate the circumstances you face.
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Aridly Abject
Place my lump of flesh upon the hearth
to dry by trials and tongues of fire
after a bath in the contrite. Guiltily,
I watched the hopeless drown the very last
of their smiles in polished glasses, heads
stuck in the sand and hands in bottomless
pockets. I watched the wretched commiserate
and congregate about the liquor flavored
compromises scrawled in dandruff on
bed sheets. I watched...
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Now this is just getting ridiculous.
What ever happened to the luck of the Irish? Is it our luck to have as many things possible go wrong at once?
And all of a sudden I miss everyone, and...
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Fallen Angels.
I clipped my wings.
Shredded them on the side railings.
Of a sealed tunnel.
Lit by the fires raging within me.
The stubs are singed.
By rage and fury incomparable.
They move with my
serrated shoulder blades and slice through
vaporous airwaves, dicing memories
and thoughts into individual words and syllables
murmured through the mouths of
the dead.
I don’t want to fly past eye...
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Take What You Will
This is where it all begins. Where my arms are open like a
draw bridge; you can see your destination but the gap in
between won’t close until I fold my appendages back into
their sockets at my sides, insecurely skinny dipping into
the change in my pockets. You’ll never find your way at
the doorstep of my heart but you can admire from a distance
what irregularly beats nonsensical...
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I’m not as concerned with doing the right thing as much as I’m concerned with keeping balance. In a world full of hate and angst, someone has to step up and keep them in check. I don’t pride myself on being a savior or a hero, or even a magnanimous person. I just do whats best to keep the flow of blood moving at a steady pace, so while we waste away I can at least watch us do so...
The adamant rage seeker traps his thoughts
inside a bubble of tendrils and fangs, waiting
for his argument to pop upon the poison tipped
spears lining his ignorant mouth. He salivates
and drools hot acid melting away his sympathy.
His fury is enough to ignite the smallest pile
of dead leaves on dirty ground. Yet he feels
as if he’s toppled a mountain with fire alone.
