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a story called the taste of your tears.
echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears.
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore,
scraping through my head until i don't want to sleep at all. i just want something i can never have.

dear dad,

Wed Apr 29, 2009, 5:10 PM
1.
i used to miss you, you know, and when i did i'd open up a can of beer and let its scent consume me, they should have named it eau de budweiser; it was the only cologne i ever remember you wearing.

2.
i remember when we used to hold hands. yours were rugged and blistered, but i loved them all the same. i used to randomly stop on the sidewalk to compare the size of my hand to yours, do you remember? i'd hope that one day mine would be just as big as yours. now i realize that your hands weren't that big at all. you are just full of disappointments.

3.
i've been counting the days that you've been gone.
2856 so far, and i'd really like to know whether or not distance makes the heart grow fonder. if so, you have completely lost the ability to show it. honestly, it's not a huge suprise. you've never loved anyone or anything as much as you love yourself.

4.
remember when i was in the hospital for the first time? you called mom after not contacting us for who knows how many years, saying that you wanted to actually be there for your kids and that you still loved us. i said i didn't want to see you. the truth is, i did want to see you, i just wanted to see how much you really meant it.

5.
when i say i hate you, i really don't mean it. i just hate how you drilled perfectionism into my head when you were everything but.

6.
sometimes, when it's really quiet, i sit there and try to listen to my heartbeat; there isn't one. it's been broken and put back together so many times, i don't even bother to salvage the few remaining pieces. i've been dead inside for a long time, you know.

7.
i hope your guilty consumes and destroys you.

8.
i love you, daddy.

  • Mood: Gloomy
  • Listening to: i
  • Reading: hate
  • Watching: myself
  • Playing: for
  • Eating: loving
  • Drinking: you

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  • Interests: drawing, singing, and writing
  • Favourite movie: goya's ghost, schindler's list, and the strangers just to name a few.
  • Favourite band or musician: flyleaf. blue october. porcelain and the tramps. bring me the horizon. and many many more.
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thank you for the watch !

I see you also like BMTH =D

--
Bulimic rainbows vomit what ?
Coconut pupils never shut ?
Sea shells scream celestial code;
Melt on the shore in a flame snowglobe.

Burn Piano Island Burn !

[I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen]


-- THE BLOOD BROTHERS
no problem, you are an extremely talented writer.
and BMTH is fucking awesome, they are def one of my favs. =]

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the stars are always there but we lose them in the dirt and clouds. we miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope
thank you :heart:

ALOTLIKEVEGAS FTW !

--
Bulimic rainbows vomit what ?
Coconut pupils never shut ?
Sea shells scream celestial code;
Melt on the shore in a flame snowglobe.

Burn Piano Island Burn !

[I packaged my heart and fed-ex'd it to the octopus queen]


-- THE BLOOD BROTHERS
you're welcome =]

--
the stars are always there but we lose them in the dirt and clouds. we miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope
thanks so much for the watch! (:

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