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you begin to understand by starsinthenightsky79, literature

this would be your soundtrack by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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this would be your soundtrack

“if you had one minute left to live, what would you do?” 8:30 on a Sunday night and the sun is just going down and I can feel it, the electricity in the air because as the sky streaks to darkness and we lie tangled on your bed you want to kiss me. something about the feeling of your heartbeat against my cheek gives me courage and I don’t know if this is even me speaking. “I would kiss you.” half dark and eyes meeting and we are seeing each other maybe for the first time and there is so much tension in the spaces between my ribs with your fingers tracing designs on my lower back. “then why not do it?&rdq

you make me want to write poetry by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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you make me want to write poetry

spew half chewed words across my spiral bound canvas in a competition with myself how many times can I rewrite I love you? you are dancing across the cavern of my skull with feet light enough to hurt and oh god, the pain is beautiful it’s the feeling of icannevernotthinkofyou and I am laughing until I cry beneath my covers at one in the morning trying to remember why we are broken. loving you is the summer of hot cement sidewalks and lemonade stands and we are always climbing trees in the hazy heat of evening laying on our backs under tea lights with sweetness all around and you are on my tongue like ice cream. you are on my tongue thou

thoughts on loneliness from a Monday morning by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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thoughts on loneliness from a Monday morning

Last night I stayed up till four in the morning reading a book that has been made into a movie (which I saw first by accident over a year ago). It was the kind of book that shifts everything inside my skull six centimeters to the left just off enough that every assured movement sends stacks of carefully organized thoughts tumbling. It was the kind of book that four years ago, I would have shoved into your hands the moment I saw you in our caffeine-jittered morning. But you weren’t at school this morning just like you haven’t been in the two weeks since spring break since you saw your neighbor’s body covered in a sheet like a

This is the story of how a band saves a life. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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This is the story of how a band saves a life.

You don’t know when you first see them. When you first see them, they are a couple boys with weird hair and a band, and at least one of them is potentially gay. When you first see them, you notice the imperfections because humans are judgmental and that’s the way it is. When you first see them, everything is so empty. And maybe days pass, months, years before they become more to you than another picture of people you don’t particularly care about. Maybe things get better, but chances are, they get worse. You are looking for a hand to reach out and pull you up from the dark, and no one is coming. The first time you hear them

The horrible things that can happen in libraries. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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The horrible things that can happen in libraries.

With a month of dontlookathim under my skin hours of tiptoeing around the sleeping parts of my insides as I pretend that I. don’t. love. you. it takes two seconds and four eyes and the stomach acid churning up the memories for you to work your way back in. I thought I was past this but contrary to the way that my voice sounded far away when I said goodbye, always is a word that still reminds me of you; no matter how many messages deleted there is only one forever I can imagine and it begins with your name. For now I will scribble notes and bury them open veins and splash out the want in crimson. Running away may be cowardly or easy

Let me tell you a story. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time alone was a place I fell bones hitting on every step bruises under my eyes bloody bracelets rotting away. Once upon a time I was Wendy without my Lost Boys searching for Neverland lost in translation and spinning. Once upon a time the sunset was a battle call to my own civil war fighting against broken lungs losing on both sides. Once upon a time the mirror was my poison forcing up half chewed meals and no, thanks, I’m not hungry. Once upon a time I was lost. But once upon a time I found them. And now I am never alone walking the streets in my mind. Now I have a map to Mars and back (it turns out Neverland was

This is the fallout. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

we were desperate by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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we were desperate

do you know what it’s like to want something for over a year and then suddenly get it? suddenly he’s in your arms and he’s telling you he loves you and writing “property of Bryce” on his arm and laying you down so gently in the grass and it’s your first time but he’s so gentle and he kisses you and it feels like forever and then you’re pressed down and staring at the setting sun as he touches you and it’s like the stars are falling and your mom is driving everyone home and you’re sitting on his lap because there’s not enough room in the car and he pulls you so close against him

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you begin to understand by starsinthenightsky79, literature

this would be your soundtrack by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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this would be your soundtrack

you make me want to write poetry by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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you make me want to write poetry

thoughts on loneliness from a Monday morning by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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thoughts on loneliness from a Monday morning

This is the story of how a band saves a life. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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This is the story of how a band saves a life.

The horrible things that can happen in libraries. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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The horrible things that can happen in libraries.

Let me tell you a story. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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Let me tell you a story.

This is the fallout. by starsinthenightsky79, literature

we were desperate by starsinthenightsky79, literature

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in the passenger seat of a black impala by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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in the passenger seat of a black impala

scraping by on wounded knees, i will save myself. i am no phoenix, rush to dust, bright sunburst flames licking at the tangle of clouds. no. i am not ashborne any longer. i am withered but i am an angel, victory chasing over these stretched out shadow torn wings. do not weep for copper, for she no longer exists either. call me castiel. call me lunar. call me home. call me his. i am a hyena, shackled in a circus right now, but this nervous laugh will bring down mountains when i find my voice, howling to lucifer, trembling through the garden of eden. i will make my own paradise in this apocalypse.

you are my nightmare by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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you are my nightmare

i didn't love you. we were on the couch, drinking beer, our heels kicked up on the coffee table, Supernatural playing before us. we were always on the couch and we were always drinking beer. but we weren't here. we were in st louis with their howls aching beneath the surface and our dog flopped at our feet. we were alone and we were a family and we were happy. i didn't snarl awake and i didn't cry every day. i wasn't afraid and i wasn't tense and i wasn't trapped. i was happy all over and i was yours. but i didn't fall in love with you. i didn't fall in love when i walked into the bar with you. i didn't fall in love when i looked into your

and we all flirt with the tiniest notion by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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and we all flirt with the tiniest notion

i was dying in different cities snippets and fragments of myself scattered across the country and as the miles stretched on further and the months slipped by weakly, slowly i started flirting with this idea this lonely dark terrible idea and i could make excuses, i could rationalize it away i could look at everyone around me and i could think, well they haven't called me out on it yet so i must not be serious right? i never said the words out loud i never carved them into the air but they were there buzzing and trumpeting in my head and on paper and then i met you you with your impish smirk and your sad lovely eyes and i was on fire when you

hold onto me by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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hold onto me

they're running down the hill toward me and she's shoving a handful of wilting daffodils at me, their open smiling faces shining bright as moongasps. i knew i was in love with you the moment i turned around in that parking lot and saw you for the first time. i knew i was in love with them the moment you spoke their names. here we are, this golden afternoon hugging us, as we laugh and talk and play, and it melts into evening, hanging onto the edge of summer, still yellow as the stars begin to reach out, and they're begging me to go to dinner, and you give me that smirk, and now here we are, ordering food, and they're clamoring to sit beside m

nothing y nada by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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nothing y nada

and with her bruised peach lips and sky fallen eyes, you remember why you could never love her. the table shakes as you lean on your elbow, catching starlight in the reflection of your water. she sighs, a staggering fawn, and you can barely look at her, at the scripture of freckles on her bare silk arms, the wolf wisp of her lashes, and you wonder when she'll just vanish, like the curl of smoke from your mouth, the slow linger, and then, nothing. she is nothing to you and she is nothing to herself, just an excuse of time wilting amongst the daffodils. she makes some literary comment and you just stand up, push in your chair, and it is you who

stay with me, stay with me by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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stay with me, stay with me

we've moved the coffee table outside to the balcony to enjoy some dinner with the remaining bits of sunshine. you're gazing at me with some golden afternoon memory trapped behind your lashes and i'm smiling like a little fox at you. i can feel every rabbit scream of my heart because i know what i am going to do but i am absolutely terrified that you will just run, a mustang with no destination, white fear hot. "hey, so, y'know how we live together? but we don't really live together? but you have multiple drawers and you're here every night except Saturdays? well, um, y'know," i'm floundering for coherence as i watch your every movement, the

married to my fantasies by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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married to my fantasies

take me to the end of the world where i can run straight into the galaxy; no one believed me when i said i was drowning and now i am digging myself out of this grave. bury me in the moondust and watch me firework against the velvet of your eyes. here's what i want most, more than their ancient howls rocking me to sleep: i want all of their little hands waking me from this coma; i want to see all of sunbrightskyburst smiles mixed with yours every morning.

the magic of tragedy by DamagedHomewrecker, literature

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the magic of tragedy

they're wearing my sweatshirts, swallowed up whole, and they're hugging my stuffed animals that i always take on my roadtrips with me so i'm not alone and scared, and they're wearing my neon sunglasses, and they're begging, "we want to be like you, sammie!" they're holding my hands and they're giggling as they look at you, "we want sammie to come home with us!" and i want to come home to you and their sunlit smiles and their starbeam voices. and they're tugging at my hair, trying to practice braiding because they like when i braid their hair, and they're simpering like little alligators, too many happy teeth, "i like you, sammie." and i can'

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Aug 22
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I write stuff. Yeah.

Music is the only good thing.
Hedley; Linkin Park; Three Days Grace; Marianas Trench; Hollywood Undead; Thirty Seconds To Mars; Pierce The Veil; Of Mice & Men; Bring Me the Horizon; All Time Low; A Day To Remember; My Chemical Romance; Brand New; Real Friends; The Wonder Years; DayShell; Sleeping With Sirens; twenty|one|pilots; Panic! At The Disco; Fall Out Boy; Asking Alexandria; Memphis May Fire; Tonight Alive; Automatic Loveletter; Touche Amore; La Dispute; Chiodos; Falling In Reverse; We Are the In Crowd; You Me At Six; Eminem; Taylor Swift; Secondhand Serenade; Art of Dying; Dead by Sunrise; Fort Minor; Matt Webb; The Decemberists; Death Cab for Cutie; Mumford & Sons; Margot and the Nuclear So & So's; Cory Sipper; Ben Folds; Lucy Kaplansky; Nirvana; The Grateful Dead; Foo Fighters; Simple Plan; Paradise Fears; Blink-182; Green Day; Paramore.
I don't know. These are bands that have made an impact on my life one way or another.
Josh Ramsay, Austin Carlile, Jack Barakat, Vic Fuentes, Jacob Hoggard, Alan Ashby, Jaime Preciado, Adam Gontier, and many others are the only reason I am alive today. So yeah. Thank you.

"Some people believe in God, I believe in music. Some people pray, I turn up the radio." - Echelon, video for Do Or Die by 30STM

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Anything John Green

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John Green (duh)

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starsinthenightsky79

Dec 18, 2013

So I'm back maybe.

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I swear to god I'm not copying Rachel. I just feel the need to be on here. Because writing. Because music. Because I think I am losing it again which is weird because I've been neutral for a while. I've been unfeeling, numb, which is maybe good or maybe bad who knows. Even when He left. Hm. Pierce the Veil is going to save me. I hope. Why is this so difficult? College has been my game plan from the beginning, but suddenly it's terrifying me. I don't want to go on with life. Actually I want to die. No. Maybe. Who knows. I just want to stop being tired all the time. You know? Music is the only good thing right now. Music saves people, and i

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starsinthenightsky79

Jun 25, 2013

#724perfectporcelain

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For those people who know of the fabulous band Marianas Trench, keep reading. If you don't know of them but are interested in showing your support for everyone struggling with something in life, also keep reading. If you're just curious, it would be awesome if you kept reading :) TRENCHERS. This is something that a good friend of mine started and I'm helping her spread the word because I believe that it's an awesome idea.....on July 24, we want as many Trenchers (or non-Trenchers too! anyone who wants to participate) as possible to write "Perfect Porcelain" on their wrist. Take pictures and post them on instagram, twitter, facebook, here and

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starsinthenightsky79

Mar 8, 2013

Because fuck you, that's why.

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I don't know, just feel like doing this for no reason even though the numbers are fucked up anyway. 1. Can't Go Back by Hedley - 344 plays 2. Brave New World by Hedley - 300 plays 3. Never Too Late by Three Days Grace - 300 plays 4. Perfect by Hedley - 299 plays 5. Believe by Hollywood Undead - 218 plays 6. 25 To Life by Eminem - 211 plays 7. Poison Oak by Bright Eyes - 205 plays 8. Hiding Place by Hedley - 186 plays 9. The Loss by Hollywood Undead - 179 plays 10. Furr by Blitzen Trapper - 176 plays 11. Circles by Hollywood Undead - 172 plays 12. Last Call by Hedley - 168 plays 13. Hurt by Johnny Cash - 161 plays 14. Knife Calle

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Mar 31, 2014

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Jan 20, 2014

Hey! could you help me in HU contest? www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbi… If you would support me and my art please click 'like" on Hollywood Undead Fan Club Poland, the highest number of likes wins. Thanks! To feel save I need over 500. Thx, deadline is today - 20th at midnight...