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the inner core of the earth is made of mostly metal alloys, iron in particular. because iron is so dense, it gradually sinks deeper and deeper into the earth creating layers of different rock and metal (in order of density) until hitting the core. normally it would be pure liquid since it’s so goddamn hot [...]

I’ve never been much of a believer, but the immense desire to have faith in something lingers, more than lingers, it hovers like a thick fog on a sad sky day. But personally I never thought rain was very sad.

December 11th, 2010. 1:56am.

There are these nails on my windows that I look at everyday. I’ve unscrewed them three times, for all nine nails. My father’s screwed them back in for just as many instances. I just want— I don’t know what I want, I’m just writing to write but I don’t know what to say. December 5th, [...]

Take me somewhere, anywhere that isn’t under this roof. I remember the ambulance, the broken phone, the caterpillar that no one forgot because no one noticed. I wrote and I wrote and I wrote but where was I in the end? Where did I go? My dreams fly me away on their wings, and for [...]

There was a copper taste in my mouth. Nothing unusual, it’s a flavor I’ve come to enjoy over the years after developing a firm habit biting the insides of my mouth, and my lips. At any given point in time their pinkness would be blotched with shades of red. I’d ask my boyfriends to bite [...]

A life without love is a life I would prefer not to live, I’ve realized. I like the little words we share between each comfortable silence when he’s listening to music and I read, and I like it when we’re angry at each other because even though we don’t think we like each other at [...]

They fall down like angels. All of them different, therefore all of them the same. Simple, white, untouched like virgins.

November 22ns, 2010. 9:48pm.

There is nothing science can tell me that I don’t already understand. It’s just that I don’t really need an explanation for the fullness of my heart, the bass in its beat, or the tremble in my fingers when they color in his jawline with their nails.

November 19th, 2010. 6:33pm.

So strange that you give me this word because I JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE A COWBOY. I know, I don’t look the part but it’s what’s inside that counts, and in this case, my insides are made of ten gallon hats and stallions. Get at me bitch.

November 16th, 2010. 6:40pm.

I don’t need your fucking help, I want you to cut your hands off and give them to me. I need my dinner sometime.

November 11th, 2010. 1:57am.