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you sure were a plague to me. november i was sick. november i was deathly, ill. november i was plagued. and it was because of you. but march? march, i’m cured. and you’re still here. so don’t worry, about being a plague. because it appears i’m stronger than i lead on.Posted By reilly On 04.01.2013 @ 12:02 am
sometimes i wonder what it’d be like to live in a big city that i love. other times i think i’d like to be away from as many people as possible. not living on the head of a pin with millions of them. but in a city, it’s easy to get lost. it’s easy to get away. the one thing that ISN’T easy? being found. i’d rather not be found. that sounds slightly horrifying, if i’m being honest.Posted By reilly On 03.17.2013 @ 2:16 pm
i want to live in a big city far far far far far away from everyone. sometimes i think that i hate everyone. isn’t that fucked up? hating everyone? well i do. even the peopel i claim to love. but i think i do love cities. there are so many places i could get lost and never be found again and that sounds really wonderful to me.Posted By Reilly On 03.17.2013 @ 1:54 pm
It’s funny how most people’s lives are filled with so many material things, things that they would consider necessary but are really just a farce to make themselves happier. Alex used to think that way, too. She used to think she couldn’t live with her dry-cleaned, impeccably pressed two-hundred dollar suits or her five-hundred thread count sheets. It’s only when she lost everything did she begin to realize what was really a necessity.Posted By reilly On 06.02.2012 @ 4:01 pm
it seems like it’s never ending
the twists and turns and fucking dead ends. they’re everywhere and she’s pretty positive they’ll never stop.
so she runs and runs and her feet feel like they’re splitting but she won’t stop either. her breath is ragged and she swears she can practically feel her heart is dying. she doesn’t know how other people do it because she can feel herself losing speed. she stops and it’s not in a blissful moment of pure emotion or no emotion or whatever that white light is supposed to give you. it’s actually pretty painful, the way her breath claws out of her lungs for the last few times.
it seems like there is an ending after all.Posted By Reilly On 02.12.2012 @ 5:42 pm
He’s never been interesting.
What with his pale skin and dark hair and eyes that look like they’ve never seen anything worth the pain. He travels through life with no purpose, full of routine.
He brushes his teeth three times a day, digging bristles into white teeth and pink gums.
He dresses in a grey suit; grey because its nice but not as formal as black. White shirt. Black tie. Briefcase, straight back, dead eyes.Posted By Reilly On 10.17.2011 @ 8:01 pm
Her fingers pounded against the keyboard, her huge, gaudy ring clacking against the keys every time she used her right hand.
She was typing blindly, copying the words on the page next to her perfectly, but her mind somewhere completely different. After working so long in this field, she hardly ever payed attention to what she was working with.Posted By Reilly On 08.27.2011 @ 4:58 pm
It’s not something he thinks about. His fingers curling into a fist, clutching so tightly he’ll leave nail marks on his palm when he’s done. He swings, leaving purple and blue and a little bit of red all over.
Her back is pressed up against the door, the knob gutting into her side, and she tried to sink down a little, just enough to get away.Posted By Reilly On 08.15.2011 @ 7:51 am
I really enjoy drinking water/H20. It makes me feel full yet comfortable. Thirst also reminds me of vampires and how moody they get when they thirst for human blood, that is so not natural because they have human blood in them so wouldn’t they be considered man-drinkers not vampires?Posted By Reilly On 04.10.2011 @ 9:50 pm
I stood on the edge of the cliff. My breath full of moisture. I looked down and the next desicion I made was the best one. I stepped back got in my car and drove home. My family waited at the door and I smiled at there glowing faces. So much love. So much change.Posted By Reilly On 08.19.2010 @ 7:35 pm
Powder makes me think of cocain. My brother did cocain for a while, I’m not sure if he still does it. He used to shoot it in his arm till he got an infection like from the movie Requiem for a Dream. That movie is beautiful. It reminds me of The Fall. Visually perfect. IPosted By Reilly On 01.13.2010 @ 8:13 pm