

appleshoesI was downstairs, outside, out back with a cigarette in my lips. I was watching the smoke rise into the cold, an exotic dancer against a still black night. There was one lamp ready but flickering in the parking lot across the street. A car rolled on slow, tired drivers, tired city.appleshoes
Zeke sat beside me, like a phantom appearing from nothing. He leaned back against the brick, his legs outstretched ahead of him, his ankles crossed, arms folded. I was sitting on the edge of the ramped walkway, my legs dangling over the side. I tilted my head barely, lifting heavy lids just to get a good look at him. He was in my clothes, my hat, my bl


amy doesn't say iiThe rain follows the contours of your face, almost unfelt on your skin. The moody sky rolls over slowly. You let the water pool between your hands, the ripples reflected in your eyes-- sore and red and laced with rain that camouflage themselves as tears. Without any clear direction-- just simply your unsteady heart-- you throw your arms up over your head, and laugh, and fall back in the grass; and sink in and wonder, but never worry, when the rain seeps through your favorite shirt.amy doesn't say ii
hello nearby deviant <3
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Tom: Okay, Chinese whispers. Tell the person next to you we're having dessert, not dinner. PURPLE MONKEY DISHWASHER!
Me: Okay. *turns to Michael* We're having dessert, not dishwasher - oh godamnnit.
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I was a prince once, but now I am a peasant.
I was a king once, but now I am a wanderer,
wasting away all of eternity that God had given me
in love, but now tortures me with.
: Tristen, The Black Parade
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Tom: Okay, Chinese whispers. Tell the person next to you we're having dessert, not dinner. PURPLE MONKEY DISHWASHER!
Me: Okay. *turns to Michael* We're having dessert, not dishwasher - oh godamnnit.
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hehe, you really look like Ville.
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It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
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I was a prince once, but now I am a peasant.
I was a king once, but now I am a wanderer,
wasting away all of eternity that God had given me
in love, but now tortures me with.
: Tristen, The Black Parade
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