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recurring (exhibit B)

I dream of assassins and monsters

terrified until I'm angry

and then I stop running

I stop fighting

I stop trying

I give up,

hoping to die before I see my loved ones slaughtered.

Kill me quick,

I'm sick of being scared.

Maybe feeling terror in the moments before an untimely death

scares me more than death itself

because fear never dies and scars never fade

the end seems welcoming

I'd rather die at peace than clawing at my throat

or haunted by memories of  the terror and helplessness of a near-death experience

Fear of fear versus fear of death,

the kind of talk that makes friends worry.

It's not your fault

It's not your fault

It's not your fault

It's not your fault

recurring (exhibit A)

July 07

every night I dream I'm hurriedly rushing down stairs, 

preoccupied, distracted

suddenly, all my weight is on a step that isn't there

and I realize I'm going to fall, there's nothing I can do

momentum is inevitable

and I fall, 

I fall, 

I fall

helpless to gravity

helpless to these strange new feelings that confuse and frighten me

helpless to her refusal to eat, 

inches of her disappearing every day

helpless to her sunken cheeks, her dead eyes, her stubborn disease.

She won't listen to me

 or she can't hear me, killed and buried by this new frightening person that I don't recognize.

Who are you 

and what have you done to the sweet loving girl 

that I used to know?

just to remember the endless, endless summer in your laugh

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

Tegan

eternal sunshine

(via noise-and-tangerines)

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feel

heart racing,

pounding at my fingertips

every nerve on fire,

every particle of my being itching for you.

under fluttering lashes,

deep inside, 

chords quiver in echo

to your laughter.

we are unusual and tragic and alive.

Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
Stick around, and it may show,
But I don't know, I don't know.

Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how.

winter in Montréal

The heart already knew - w4w

There's just no competition. 

I didn't think so. 

Seeing really is believing. 

how do you miss something you've never known?

winter nights

on a subway train before the dawn / nostalgia

December

''I think we're just gonna have to be secretly in love with eatchother and leave it at that, Richie.''

Clem

beautiful