The Girl Behind The Red Door...

dirshtikdrek:

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I was hot. Sweaty. And uncomfortable as you can probably tell. BUT, I am so glad I got to kick it in the city :) Hello again.

And i am safe. But not from my mind. I am in long island, staying here, going to the city for lunch tomorrow.

Lunch.

City,island, etc.

This place is so different. The roads curve off unlike florida and so much like england.

It is so unfamiliar. And i love it. I want to meet people, find parts of myself, and enjoy every single heartbeat in this state.

I feel like i am on the verge of an explosion And i love it.

That I will fall in love with the city. Now, I left my heart in London, but I wonder if New York will leave that familiar hum, a barely audible buzz that starts in my bones and slithers its way into every nerve in my body until it’s an electric current flowing from my fingertips, forcing the shutter of my 35 millimeter to capture every detail of my experience.

I wonder.

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matt-is-just-around-the-corner:

City and Colour — The Girl

Sigh.

I’ll take as many pictures as humanly possible.

You dare to pin your unhappiness on me, but
I am not the reason your fists meet walls and painted faces,
bleeding tears while listening for your racing heartbeat to slow
until it ceases to create a symphony in your chest.
You dare to blind yourself, for you are your own red eyed devil
And you are only running from yourself.
I wonder what will happen when you catch you.

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burningmuse:

Editor’s Note: Flawless. Gentle and swaying and harsh.

h-e-a-v-e-n-help-us:

Reddening skin, blushing bliss. Suffering in the separation we felt. You took my hand inside our minds and never let it go. Life is growing up with us; it doesn’t care if we’re ready or not. We’re being dragged…

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Needed a change. New hair color. Okay back to writing. bai.

jessilovesummer said: You’re writing is beautiful. Seriously, love it!                           

Ahhhh thank you :D you’re the best!!

She fought to be the chaos inside of his head
She ached to be the blue blood pumping under his pale skin and everything that was essential for his body to allow him to take another breath.
More than anything,
She wanted him.

But he belonged to no one.

And all she was
was another well dressed regret and a
checkmark in a book on his bedside table.
And the more sincere her tears became
The more he laughed at her shaking shoulders.

She made him feel so good.

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Inspired by everyone’s writing today. Just what I needed to wake up to, actually.