September 2011
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Anonymous asked: What are "The Hours" about?
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Hour 13
My world was created for us by me. Don’t you dare assume that you helped. I created this insanity, And you infect it. I say I love you because I can’t bear to see you go. You say you hate me, because You want me to stay. How does this all work. How does my sky swirl up into your heart? How does my gravity only bring me up to you. I need to delete all of this. To forget. But...
Plan for tomorrow, and the weekend.
Plan for tomorrow;
fail the history test.
sleep in physics.
beat albert closner at “squares” in algebra 2.
sleep in intervention.
throw carrots at David Cruz.
fail the daily quiz in spanish, and not understand anything.
not write the essay for english, and possibly get westwing.
12-4, KOTOR SESH.
5- Dad picks me up for the weekend, I drive our dumbasses over to harlingen.
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i'm gonna fail tomorrow's test.
I don’t even wanna try.
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Twelve
We created this world together, it’s my minds way of telling me that only one of us can get out of this sane.
jellyfish0pera-deactivated20111 asked: your poems are really good bro.
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The Eleventh Hour
Sleep comes so easily to me. It’s all becoming routine like blinking or breathing. everything regains it solidity. I’m sobering up, and reality is leaving me. I want to dive deeper. I want to go farther. I want to explore my mind, but this is becoming dangerous now. I enter my mind, and see you. You don’t melt like everything else in my world. You’re the only static thing,...
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anyway
I can feel your anger, even though we’re far apart.
I can feel your sadness, it pierces my heart.
I don’t even know where I should start.
You don’t understand how I feel when we part.
You’re not even talking to me,
The silence slowly kills me,
Just end it, Just leave me,
I’m better off unhappy.
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at school, and I don’t wanna do annnnything.
goodnight tumblrinos.
see ya later.
