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 Apr 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
Toaster
 Apr 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
One of the bitter-as-burnt-toast kind of things in the world is when a writer's (1) book remains empty for a time where even their clock ceased
ticking."

{She used to write in the way flowers needed a cold snap before they could bloom.}
Footnote (1) The kind of writer that wrote to give her lungs a break.
Hello you, you & you! I have missed writing on friday nights.
I hope you are all well.
x
 Apr 2015 Cathyy
George van Horn
I'm leaving you behind
I know I said I never would
But im leaving you behind
We always have been two shoes
wrapped around a telephone wire
But you know our soles are rotting
Its time to go
Oh, you know ill miss you so
But its time to grow apart
Raindrops fall on my head like little jagged knives
Cutting into the shelter
that houses all the memories
Maybe I should leave my umbrella,
and let the rain wash away the pain
I'll never take you for granted again
Humbled by a storm
Better to have never loved at all
 Mar 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
Miss
 Mar 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
She's not the kind of girl your irises flits through in books.







*I hope you know that.
Hey hey you!
It's been a while, school has been insanely busy and stressful.
Hope all of you are well!
x
 Mar 2015 Cathyy
Stellar
Art
 Mar 2015 Cathyy
Stellar
Art
i looked
for the meaning of art
in the dictionary
and i saw you there
standing in a garden of roses
with your eyes closed
and arms wide open

i've never seen
such natural beauty
for a long time
follow me on twitter @headoncoIIision :)
 Feb 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
Bandages
 Feb 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
The scary, bold whisper of a truth is that pinning blame is careless.

You feel the slow *****; a smart of pain.

A sweet sting.

Just enough to draw blood to the surface, but not enough for a bandage.
Hey you, you & you!
How have you all been??
I have a blocked nose and a sore throat. :')
Swimming in 20 degree weather and no towel to dry off is not a good idea.
x
 Feb 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
9:59
 Feb 2015 Cathyy
Amanda
Hold on a little longer.

Your veins need a pinch of time + a few more starry nights to become a little more impervious.

Oh, you are still fragile, but the kind of soft and all raw edges.

A bruise of a reminder that you have waltzed on broken fractures & bones of wishes hollowed out too soon.

And you are still here,

blood burnt out into alchemy.

You are quite like magic.

*We all are.
Just in case you didn't know.
x
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