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elysia commented on the post, due 5 months ago
“If I still have a remaining ten hours to finish, I will not start on it right now,” she said as she licked the ice of her popsicle, her math homework sprawled on the table in its seemingly seething state.
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elysia commented on the post, bury 7 months, 1 week ago
Bury yourself.
Bury yourself in passions.
Sink your bones and etch your skin until your daylight is anew.
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elysia commented on the post, bury 7 months, 1 week ago
There is no fire starting in my heart. There is a fireplace, buried at the depths of my bones. It has snapshots of your hair for coal. And everyday it grows until the smoke seeps through my teeth and I’m afraid […]
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elysia commented on the post, headphones 8 months, 2 weeks ago
I see you, all of you, but all is irrelevant. I have slipped into the realm of complete and utter magic. I have drowned in nothing but sounds. I don’t need your babble and your sad anecdotes. I have but the voice […]
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elysia commented on the post, sustain 8 months, 2 weeks ago
I had been but the leech of your intellect, the leech of your brilliance. The left over off the spilt cackling zeal. It’s about time I lit up my own torches and brighten my own soul.
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elysia commented on the post, texture 8 months, 3 weeks ago
It’s all in between, she said, all in between. Glass tears by the end, all in between. Through the weather-beaten palms and the scabrous brawn. Glass rills, all in between.
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elysia commented on the post, darlings 8 months, 3 weeks ago
They brush by the tips of my fingers, the callouses in between. They scratch my nails and taint my bones. I bend, but I don’t break. On the shelf cradled by the night time’s slumber, they sit still. And by the […]
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elysia commented on the post, half 9 months ago
I fear I may never find mine. I fear it has dwindled away down the wrong century. I fear I had sprouted at the wrong time. I fear I missed that corner. I fear it didn’t miss me at all.
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elysia commented on the post, banks 9 months, 1 week ago
She called it a prison where they grow trees. With eyes and ears and bumblebees.
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elysia commented on the post, approval 9 months, 1 week ago
I wasn’t searching for yours
I was searching for
MineBecause there are thorns where I want my roses to be
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elysia posted an update 9 months, 2 weeks ago
My new posts aren’t coming up. I just wrote two entries for the word of the day but with a common sentence. This is rather frustrating.
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elysia commented on the post, texts 9 months, 2 weeks ago
You should know, my dear, that those aren’t the graceless slips of the tongue. You, are, in all honesty, just a troublesome mix of pretentious sentences and dull wit. If I ate your words and threw up by the […]
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elysia posted a new activity comment 9 months, 2 weeks ago
The things i come up with in 60 seconds, I don’t even know, really. Haha, but thank you! :)
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elysia commented on the post, texts 9 months, 2 weeks ago
I want to eat up your words and throw up into a bush and just watch batshit sprout out of the seams. Because that is exactly what all your sentences will amount to, a clump of regurgitated half promises and half […]
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elysia commented on the post, manners 9 months, 2 weeks ago
It’s too sad, the way you are. Every time you open the door for me, it’s a heart that closes behind. Half in everything you do, half in everything you say. At least have the decency to tell me whenever you feel […]
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elysia commented on the post, assaults 9 months, 2 weeks ago
“Ass! Salt!” He yelled and ran around, a flailing mix of mischief and ignorance. “No, it wasn’t like that,” she said, hair disarray. “Ass! Salt!” He fled once more. “No, it wasn’t—” “Ass! Salt!” And he left.
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I’m still laughing at the randomnicity of waht I’ve just read. Superb job.
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The things i come up with in 60 seconds, I don’t even know, really. Haha, but thank you! :)
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elysia commented on the post, puncture 9 months, 2 weeks ago
My bones are dry, and I just want your breath to envelop my flesh. Like cotton blankets. Winter blankets.
But the cold, it’s a 3 second seep through the fur. And you’re there, but gone away through the tiny breaks.
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elysia posted an update 9 months, 2 weeks ago
She kept a box of love at the palm of her hand. She thought she had drilled it through her skin. But she shed none of it, none of that box. She wondered where her love went. Her flimsy, flimsy love.
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elysia posted an update 9 months, 2 weeks ago
He’s all that he never is. And vaguely, vaguely so.
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elysia posted an update 9 months, 2 weeks ago
I look beyond the muddle of my brushes and the blotches of my black ink. I gaze upon the stillness of my wax tips. Colors bleeding through my nails. And it’s almost never enough. Amounting to nothing more than a fleeting, fleeting scene of perhaps, satisfactory disarray. Keep still, my bones. I can crack you with a smile when it ticks to my second.
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