Mad Girl's Love Song

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(i think i made you up inside my head.)




Degrassi TNG theme song

the last song you hear while getting stabbed to death in a puddle of piss.

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fifty favorite fictional characters
↳6. Lucille Bluth (Arrested Development)

Don’t you judge me. You’re the selfish one, you’re the one who charged his own brother for a Bluth frozen banana. I mean, it’s one banana, Michael! What could it cost? Ten dollars?

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my head rolls over mountains.

i have to reach you.

so high in the clouds, 

dancing with the gods.

hold me as you would aphrodite

so maybe i can feel you want me.

don’t play like i never asked you to stay

like i never begged you to stay.

never fell through the floor

while trying to find the strength

to pray on my knees.

i never had you

no matter what you tell me.

you were never mine to hold.

i never owned your heart.

what am i but a shadow?

just passing through the light at noon.

seeping down the sycamore trees,

so how should i know the breeze?

i cannot express the sorrow i feel.

i have so much heart in me

and no way to communicate it.

my love is anger,

you are my hell.

i want to cry

but i can’t find the right time.

not now. not with everyone around.

they’d come asking the matter

and i’d say it was the earth’s constant rotation.

first they’d smile, 

then walk away head in tail.

they don’t understand severity.

the heaviness that swallows me whole.

i am alone in this universe,

crumbing into the moon’s craters.

won’t you please save me this time?

i can feel the staleness in the air. 

everything is put on hold while you’re gone.

im not a person and you are not anything.

you are my foot falling through the air,

as i take one step too many up the stair.

a quick trip and a fright,

i realize it was all my fault

for getting ahead of myself.

you are the butterflies

stomping in my stomach.

no matter how much i drink,

you are still thumping around

waiting for me to scream you out.

you are a hundred, million, brazillion miles from me.

my mind is stretched to its limit.

it is always me.

it is always only me.

me against the world.

me against the rain.

against you

against me.

i am always the one whimpering in bed.

torturous expectations lead me to the casket.

its always me for dead.

— 17 hours ago with 2 notes
#poetry  #fuck  #me  #you  #life  #everything 

why do i even bother fighting with you? my feelings will never be valid enough for you or your ego. what i feel inside i cannot show you. you don’t understand and it fucking kills me. you are what i want so fucking badly, but i don’t think you will ever understand me. we are different, which is why i fucking love you. but we are different, which is why so many times i feel alone in this relationship. my thoughts are weak and cowardly and i’m afraid of being alone. when i met you, i knew you were it. you are still it and i fucking hate it. i fucking hate it. i fucking hate it so much. all i want is nothing more than you understanding where I’m coming from when i say i need you. but how can i make you understand, you don’t need anybody. you are free, you are brave, you are a million miles away right now and I’m feeling every fucking centimeter of it. i wish i could move on and just love someone else. so many nice boys are showing interest in me this year and i turn them down because of you. and i wish it were different and i wasn’t afraid of losing you, but as it would be…. you are my fucking lifeline. you are the one person who can take my smile from me whenever you feel. you are the only one who has made me cry in class before. even in high school, when i thought i was so in love, it didn’t hurt this bad. that feeling was empty and hollow. this i can feel to my bones. its overwhelming and so time consuming. if only i could go back to the numbness that nearly drowned me for five years. anything would be better than feeling like my heart is crumbing. is your heart crumbing, too? i don’t know what to do because it will always fucking be you.

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you ever in the mood to get hit by a car and spend like 1 month in the hospital 

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"But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?"

- Mark Twain

This is honestly my favorite quote. It’s changed how I look at life and religion.

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"I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea."
Grantaire, Book V (via dirtinherhair)

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"The older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious."
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What is surf and turf, Eff? Sex.

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