jespearl
I could see every inch of his mouth from this angle and every time he snarled, I could see his awful teeth staring right at me. All I could do was look, that's all you can do with a gun pointing at your head.
The force was unexplainable. You can't understand the feeling of being on that ride until you are actually on it. It was hard, painful, you can feel your hair whipping at your face and body and the intensity, it's like nothing I've ever felt before. This was living at it's best, life at it's purest and greatest.
I heard the screaming, the fighting, the sounds of broken dishes and broken promises being thrown against the walls.
This happened every night, pretty much always at the same time too.
When would they learn that they honestly were poison to each other and that two people that were identical were the worst match in the world.
The way she played with her hair, twirling it continuously around her finger. The way she moved, so slowly, so sensually. I wanted to reach out, and touch those hips as they swayed. But I couldnt, could I? She was so perfect, and I am not.
The world seems to be full of things that are so unusual. I wake up every morning and there is something new to question or wonder about. Its times like these that remind me the joys of living, the questions that lead to the answers of life.
She had this friend who could drink a bottle a vodka in one night.
She was always so surprised by how quickly he could get it down.
Vodka burned her throat, she stuck with easier drinks.
I hate the word wasteland.
There was a second, where it seemed like everything slowed down.
I had never seen someone look that beautiful, ever.
It was like the entire earth was pointing to you, shining every light on you and screaming "This is it! This is love! This is what you have been waiting for!"
She was so alone and you just let her sit there, as you yelled at her.
Is that all she deserved?
To be told how disgusting she is and how she is doing nothing.
She already knows she is worthless and shit.
"What do you want from me?" you yell.
All she wanted was your arms around her, telling her she can do this.
There was 6 of them. They all walked the same way, talked the same way. They stuck together because they knew what it was like to not be wanted by anyone, and not fit in with anyone. They all accepted eachother and loved eachother.
That is what their crew stood for.
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