attention starved with a narcissistic twist

there are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl's complexion.

they're scared of your eyes that radiate blue. don't fall for these blue eyes unless you know what's behind them.

i'm a bitch, i'm a tease, i'm a goddess on my knees.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year

I don't remember where and I don't remember when. I don't even remember the season. I just know that it was the first time I felt like i belonged someplace.

-The Perks of being a Wallflower

You can keep my heart, in a jar, on your nightstand.

And I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning

BUTTERFLY EFFECT = <3

I always thought you'd come back. I thought that we would always be, well, us. We'd say some things, you would leave but you'd always come around. You ALWAYS did. But this time.. this time you turned your back and left, with not even a glance back AT THE MESS YOU LEFT BEHIND. This time it was different. You NEVER came back. I miss you so much.

finally, some comedic relief

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. It takes up all of your time and what do you get at the end of it? A death. What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby. You go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating, then you finish off as an orgasm.

fly with DEWBIRD

on my way home, this car heard my confessions. i always took the long way.
7 years ago today...twas a sad, sad day.

You'll never understand how much I hurt because you're not the one crying, you're not the one who is left behind, and you're not the one who's holding on to someone that's gone.

That's the thing you never get used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think its reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again.

R.I.P. ERIC