

starsand so you ask:stars
How many stars are left in the sky? and When will they stop shooting? because
these wounds come out just as they came in:
five points ten sides for every wish.


naiveteif I could hum unhappiness, then maybe you’d finally understand (it’s late – will you think of me again?) I wanna say I’m too old for this ha, you can laugh Am I too young for this? nods Even with my hair so long? you can’t comprehendnaivete
So light up and hit it with a huge breath, forgetting and creating is half the fun But my hair’s gotten so long – (just tell me when it reaches your fingertips)
I stumbled upon your poetry, and it's really good! I especially like "I." I can really relate to it.
I hope you continue to write! Best of luck.
Sarah
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Need you like water in my lungs...
thank you so
(hello)
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Really?
did you really read through them all?!
to quote anna "there's like an infinity amount!"
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My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
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My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
i cant spell that.
love,
me.
ps. i completely posted this message on someone elses deviantart thinking it was you. then i realized that it wasnt you after i scrolled up and was like 'fuck im an idiot.' its not my fault... we all have the same backrounds.
leave it to me to embarass myself.
i am the epitomy of cool.
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