| There's something oh so beautiful about impacts... |


The Most Beatiful ThingsYou once told me, the most beautiful things on Earth can't be seen, they can't be heard. they must be felt, with your heart wide open and palms stretched out. they must be felt, with shining eyes and the humbleness of forgiven Angels. they must be felt; they must.The Most Beatiful Things
You once told me, the way you move reminds me of caged birds; you'd like to do more, you'd like to be more. you dream big, you dream vast- you dream of endless skies and smashing oceans, you dream of glittering jungles and rising suns, you dream of beginnings and the concepts behind infinity. but you're always trapped, you told


The things Tristin said."Darling, I'm sorry."The things Tristin said.
It doesn't matter, you know. I remember Tristin saying that, more than anything. More than the purple smoke hearts and the broken guitar strings and the blood splattered like stars on cloudy nights, I remember Tristin saying that. It doesn't matter, he said, they're only words. Only words like 'telepathy' and 'leaver' and 'and' and 'syndrome' and 'stay'. Just words, baby girl, just abstract. Mere sounds we inflict upon chaos to call it 'life' and make it our own.
i. Baby girl, It doesn't matter if you're sorry. He never reads your letters. He never could read your heart, either. Ev


And that's why I left youDear you, talking to you is like taking drugs. Just one more, just one more ((sentence riddled with false exclamation marks and syllables on how oh so happy my life is, yes, how oh so much better I am without you, yes.)) just one more and I'll be okay. It doesn't matter when you run out ((of things to say; to you, talking to me is like taking drugs. Pointless.)) like you eventually will: it's ((not)) worth it darling, it's always ((not)) worth it.And that's why I left you
Dear girl, You have illegal taste. And that's why I left you.
Dear you, I don't have illegal taste. Illegal taste is motorways turning to stardust u


And they called it VandalismShe looks like she's barely alive, like she's just learnt to breathe but didn't read the manual properly, like those bright pink highlighters she applies like varnish to her neat pink life could never stretch that far.And they called it Vandalism
She looks like she's brave, trying to be brave ((so brave, baby, so so brave)) but she cries every time natural disasters strike too close to home.
She looks like she's learnt to walk on glass, with legs made of rushing water and dirty rain and the inability to sustain anyone, right, anyone at all. She looks like she would collapse within herself, from the tips inwards, if you only touched her fingerti


AITShe promised him it wouldn’t last long But she wasn’t right yet; it wasn’t right yet She left him alone and fumbling for some tangibleAIT
Explanation to why she had to go. I didn’t have choice.
The wrong people seemed to fall in with her like a magnet. 20 miles away, or maybe even a thousand. She called and left messages to ease his fears. So he would know she was alive, and still, not to love her. I didn’t have a choice.
She spilled some red wine on a guest of his one night. She was beaten and stomped to the point she pleaded and cried
For her daddy to stop!
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DZIEKI ZA FAVA
MERCI BEAUCOUP
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