seventeen

I dreamt of my arm being shoti dreamt of my arm being shot i was a soldier of god in a war in my hometown on a levee of a place far away and doctors fighted the poor and bosses fighted the minors and i was there, with my friends in my back with their stabs nearby but they would not stab they just would not stab and i knew i would die for the poor and the beautifulI dreamt of my arm being shot
for the peoples in corners of teary-eyed misery i knew i would die but i did not die i just got my arm shot, my little right arm and the pretty little bullett from a pretty blue gun, it healed inside with just a she
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« Le scepticisme est l'élégance de l'anxiété. » E.M. Cioran
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Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us,
or we find it not.
EMERSON
i see u like patrick wolf! amazing
and the smiths? as one of ur shots is called this charming man...!
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*spasm*
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Look at me, I'm so disgusting
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haha, i actually have a copy of the bell jar that i picked up when i was like twelve because i liked the cover, but never got around to reading it. i'll have to do that! thank you for the recommendation :]
no, i haven't met conor :[ & i've only been to one concert, even, and it was a short, free one with the mystic valley band that he did to promote obama in the election.
in chicago, tickets are going for $270 right now, so i'm out of luck
check me drawing,
[link] hope you like it!!
=]
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Your head will collapse, But there's nothing in it, And you'll ask yourself, Where is my mind?
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