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 Oct 2014 ephemeral
Creep
J: Hey.
A: Wazzup.
J: Eh, could be better could be worse.
A: Could also just stay the same.
J: Tru dat. How about you? I haven't seen you in forever... hows ur love life? >:)
A: Ugh. Could be better, can definitely get worse.
J: :( aww that *****... I expected your love life to be in full bloom!
A: Not yet, not yet. Hows ur love life???
J: Uhhhhh... my love life? Never heard of it.
A: Sure, theres the guy whos last name starts with an "s" :D
J: ??? What guy??? maybe its just a stupid, foolish, good for nothing crush...
A: You don't know unless you try!
J: haha I can say that to you. I know you have at least five not-so-secret admirers and have a crush that is totally worth pursuing...
A: U at least have a chance with ur crush. Gtg. BAIIII :D
J: Au Revoir, mon amie! STUPID HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!! :P gtg tackle Lasko as well... plz help meh! :P
collab with the amazing "The Emerald Outcast" aka my best friend evah!!! :P :D
Congrats on losing your friend!
Congrats on messing everything up!
Congrats on turning people against me!
Congrats on putting me down to boost yourself!
Congrats on being so sensitive that people will protect you!
*Congrats on hiding this from all of your friends
I don't care how many likes this gets. I needed to let off some steam. And you: I know your reading this.
 Oct 2014 ephemeral
unwritten
your love is boring,
to put it nicely.
you
fit too well,
and you write like you're dying --
dripping words of broken hearts
and people made of cracked marble.
you don't believe in young love,
and yet every word out of your mouth
is about the boy that has your mind
(and heart)
wrapped around his finger.
you find beauty in the same self-destruction
within which he finds chaos.
you love him,
he loves you,
and you are finally all you never wanted to be.

but i guess that's all too common
when you pair a thunderstorm
with a tornado.

i guess that's all too common
when you go looking for love
in all the wrong places.

i guess that's all too common
when you fall in love
with a broken compass.


  

(a.m.)
whatever makes you happy, dear.
 Oct 2014 ephemeral
Nick Durbin
A journey not calculated by distance or time, but by memories -
Our story unfolding between those layers,
Like small puzzle fragments coloring a portrait,
Revealing their purpose -
Presenting its complicated story.

We are but silhouettes reflected upon the sand in the moonlight -
Dancing and howling at the moon,
Asking for the stars...
To keep,
To hold,
Just long enough for another one of those moments -
Even if it is the length of a breath,
I could find eternity in you.
Thinking of how we met, the journey, and how we will soon be together.
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