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thelittlewanderingwitch

•always going to be yours•

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"I made her a necklace of telephone cord

Hanging from the ceiling, she opened the door

Choking on my vomit, had blood in my eyes

Smiled at my baby, said, "I won't survive."

She screamed out for help but nobody came

So she picked up my gun and put it to her brain

She begged, she pleaded, she screamed

Said, "God, give me help,"

then she decided to do it herself"

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killedyourdarlings
My art teacher once said: “Don’t fall in love with artists. They are broken. They are misunderstood. They’d color your life with all the brightest colors, Then they’ll bring you thunderstorms and rain, They’d bring you pain, suffering and disaster, Then they’ll bring you flowers and sunshine. They’re too dark, they’re too pure, They’re too raw or just insecure. Their souls are crushed, their minds are crowded They’d smile while burying you alive They’d laugh while waving their last goodbye.” She said: “Be careful when you paint, be careful when you write, focus on your thoughts, don’t let them tear you apart. You know even the smallest mistake can mess everything up.” Same thing with people. Don’t run into love if you’ve never been loved, It’ll break your heart too soon, Don’t think your loved one will wait for you forever If you keep on changing your mind, Your dearly beloved will find his soulmate And all the things you’ve done for him, all the words you’ve said, Will feel like they never even existed. Oh, darling, a love you’ve never had will break your heart more than any shitty lover could. Be passionate, be artistic, be raw Love forever, kiss like never, die together. She said: “When you write, be exciting, be raw, make one sentence long, next one short, make them sound fast, make the reader’s breath stop.” Same thing with life. Live your life like a movie, Talk like a poem, Think like a book, Make your life a story worth telling, Make your life a book worth selling, Make your life a poem worth listening. But I never listened… I made my life a movie - but a movie you’d never watch, I talked like a poem - but like a shitty one I thought like I was writing a book - but not the good one. My art teacher said: “Don’t fall in love with artists, They’re toxic, they’re like a grenade, They’re dying inside, They got feelings they can’t hide, They cry and can’t sleep at night.” I laughed. That wasn’t only the lover I wanted to have, That was also the person I wanted to become. So I worked on myself, I worked on my art, I worked day and night, And few years later, i’m better at making art But I fell apart And I still can’t sleep at night. I started looking for my soulmate A guy or a girl who could heal my wounds and my broken bones, Someone who’d love like there’s no tomorrow. I fell in love with an artist, And i bought one way ticket to disaster, Bought one way ticket to suicide of my own mind, Yeah, i buried myself alive.

Don’t fall in love with artists // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #4 (via killedyourdarlings)

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maybe-you-need-this
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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when people say my name im like.   cant believe i exist