

shatterkidhe's always been the kind of boyshatterkid
who lacks luck, or tact, or fame. he's just there, like a wisp of smoke or
forgotten candy wrapper. (he'll be promptly
stepped on and waved away.)
it rains on his side of the road when it shines on the other. it's grey when he draws the curtains, and it's black when he closes them; it's
red when he shuts his eyes.
the words that leave his mouth are breathless and dim, exuding the stench of death. the vertebrae of his xylophone-spine are bent and twisted and
frail. rotte
sorry about the late response!
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My soul went searching for a cause
and came back empty handed
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~ You can never have too much sky. ~
: Owl's Tear :
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"Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget. It was an hard line to walk"
TWILIGHT SAGA FAN 4EVER
I LOVE
"I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home"
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...live, love, learn. Leave a legacy...
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Don't Forget To Smell The Flowers....."
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I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die.
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