| My name is Victoria and I have seventy two cents in my left pocket and there is a bottle of half-empty dreams on my windowsill. I notice things like how dew shines on the grass in my front lawn and how hearts never beat the same as the next. I know what is really at the end of a rainbow, all because I spent hours chasing it, and I like to think that I’ve lived my life’s dream. In truth, my life’s dream is impossible. That is, unless you can tell me how to grow wings fit for an angel. My best friend is someone who is not really there, but is more real than anyone will ever know and my friends who are really here, are too amazing to put into words. I want so many things that I don’t think I will ever have, but will always be hoping for. I want to be able to catch falling stars. I want to be the one that saves them. The only thing I want more than that, is for people to understand. |
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november 1.i've washed my sheets again and again in an attempt to drive out your scent.november 1.
but there's nothing i can do to wash away the memory of you.
by ~Malinda-Rose
i'm not a fucking onion."i'm done."i'm not a fucking onion.
"huh? done with what?"
"i don't know. myself, i guess."
"why?"
"i'm tired of being so self-destructive."
"oh."
"every night, i peel my lips."
"oh."
"well, why do i do this?"
". . . maybe you're just peeling away layers of yourself, desperate to find who you really are. maybe you just keep peeling back layers and you never get down to the real you, just peel and peel until there's nothing at all."
"oh."
"yah."
"well maybe i am just that."
"just what?"
"
by ~Malinda-Rose
i want to fly with you.i want you to spin me around and lift me upi want to fly with you.
to the stars and tell me i'm more beautiful than
rainbows or fireworks or the end of the world. and i want to believe you.
when i lie close to you, i want to feel
the difference between our heartbeats and
hear the way yours is so loud; so alive. and i want mine to mimic it.
i want to follow you to the end of this earth
and i want you to take me by the hand
and convince me not to be scared as we step to the edge. you've heard that falling feels just like flying.
so let's try falling, shall we?
by ~Malinda-Rose
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yeah i suck dick.
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"No More Sunshine"
it was raining that night.
the night the paramedics stopped.
stopped for a second. stopped for a minute.
just stopped.
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An angel once told me, "Everyone has a story worth telling. And there is always someone waiting to hear it."
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