Stories about spilled-ink
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A Benzo Named Desire
i forcefully chew the xanax into pieces, letting the bitter taste coat my mouth By sevenshades http://sevenshades.tumblr.com/post/161941878736/a-benzo-named-desire 1
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You cannot get drunk enough, I’m stuttering
I forget where you go when you are wanderingI trust yousuch that you are everythingMy sun, my moon, my baby blueCome to me with hazel eyesI’ll love you until the end of timeClasped through possibiliti... 0
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Universal Light
The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ... 0
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My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul. The universe has s... 0
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Reach
If you reach for the stars You’re bound to hit Mars By thecomplimenter https://thecomplimenter.tumblr.com/post/162711098640/reach 0
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Below the surface
Wash clean the hands that held yoursand pour myself a drinkFill up a bath with our mistakesand take a dip until I sinkbelow the surface - I’ll take a sip, and then I’ll shrinkinto the smallestman that... 0
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As soon as her eyes filled with tears I felt sick to my stomach. I hated seeing her so upset, I hated seeing her cry. “Hey, hey,” I said softly, pulling her close to me. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” ... 0
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If heaven were real it would be in your fingertips, because that is the only explanation By bays-words http://bays-words.tumblr.com/post/164024418820/if-heaven-were-real-it-would-be-in-your 0
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a walk in the forest (per request)
into the thick of it, leaves taking leaps of faith from trees and landing on the dirt and grass. trees indented like fingerprints distinguishing the differences between one another. grass like hai... 0
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Have I Yet Said....
Have I yet said how much I love you?How much I want to be with you?The twinkling stars that light my eyesDivulge it through and through!Have I yet said how much I need you? How much I crave your compa... 0
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i'm not a crybaby; in the crybaby
the mountain is half-glacier, all trenches raked down the sides of the ice. and it’s raining. or it could be some mad fog, hazy condensation tripping over my eyelashes. i asked for rain, i know, but i... 0
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Lilting edge of mania bubbling against the tilt of grate and fate alike. It shouldn’t tickle excitement to the tips of her fingers, shouldn’t round the corners and chase the last of her sanity down to... 0
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Draft Update #2
A hand grabbed Ingrid’s shoulder from behind her, and her hand immediately balled into By blackfeatherantics https://blackfeatherantics.tumblr.com/post/164028405129/draft-update-2 0
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glass
tap, tap, tapit only takes so much for it to shatterbang, bang, bangbe gentle with me. i’ve been feeling like the cracks are growing,like stepping onto thin iceand watching the spider legs grow and mu... 0
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In that dream, when my senses slowly return, I know that I’ve been lying on the riverbed for days- Not too long, as all the natural beings under are still wary of my existence. They remain aloof, poli... 0
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I need time and I need space,I wish to be alone.No room is big enough,No silence is quiet enough.I seek space,Yet the world cannot hold the amount of thoughts in my head. I ponder over time,But still ... 0
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Silver-lined horizons, svelte grasping handsClose enough will never be close enoughTo see is to want, to touch is to haveA temperamental craving for moreAn indomitable rapaciousnessContagious, this lo... 0
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It feels as if there is a hollowed out place in my ribcage full of dead and rotting things. Fleeting memories, lost love, and something resembling empathy have long since crumbled and lay scattered in... 0
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It must be so niceTo be the kind of girl who can eat lovers aliveIt must be so niceTraveling like some great black holeSwallowing all of the light your pretty mouth can findUntil it fills your bellyHe... 0
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The withered, old man in the darkThe one they call The HermitBy the silver moonlight, he wanders throughThe night ever so thick with pervading questions, but hark, He knows the answer; or will by dawn... 0
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