Yes, London. You know, fish, chips, cup o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary-fucking-Poppins. London!
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I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
When I hang upside down and write the wrong way up, will my letters be upside down or the right way up? Well I am fed up with all the positiveness all over the internet and at work, and everywhere.... Continue Reading →
I exhaust my body throughout the day,And I don’t get enough sleep at night.I swallow the words I have to say,And let my thoughts fuck up my peace of mind.In a matter of fact; I’ve been the one who tired... Continue Reading →
Your darkness is a symphony Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise If they refuse to applaud youIt isn't because your music isn't beautifulIt is because they have no idea how to... Continue Reading →
Your veins are using up the redness of the world...that will cost you a tsunami of emotions.
She was tasting like sunset on a hot summer dayShiny wetness in a bottledrifting on a sea of forgotten teardropsFlirty clouds floating in her thoughts,Stars consuming her nights.Fading like a photograph. ~C.
