10 minutes.i wish i had given you all of my flowers, in the 10 minutes we had after the earthquake. it would have taken away my deepest regrets - followed by pointless insecurities, and things would have been better.10 minutes.
and i wish we had sent all of our letters, in the 10 minutes we had after the earthquake. it was raining and i thought of something silly, i would have written it down but i lost track of time.
it's upsetting in a way, when you look at it because after awhile it kind of hits me; you're probably laughing, but i understand now. the flowers will die, the lett
suddenly the window was open.it was in the last days of summer, that i started to feel a sense of absence again. and as you're taking pictures of the sky i noticed; for a brief second, that suddenly the window was open.suddenly the window was open.
i thought nothing of it at first, i closed it and went out with you for dinner the car ride was longer than usual and all of a sudden, i remember that i once had this vision of things being better but it was caught between the sheets.
it's the same place again and i'm starting to wonder, when did things become like this? it's like taking a test when there aren't any answ
nine.somedays i hope you'll realize it eventually, i'm just text and you're no better. i'd feel awkward to say it - ashamed, even that sometimes, what i felt might have been real.nine.
and though you've moved on, to better things and better people i stayed the same. it used to bother me, but i've gotten used to it like i have everything else.
days are slower now then they were before and i convince myself that it might have been, in chance, some illusion throwing strings - that i tie around my wrist, in hopes of something amazing.
and though i've gotten used to
july.i wish it were too late, for you to stop making mistakes, and then maybe you'll somehow realize you're sorry.july.
it's never been like this, though it feels familiar we're collapsed and i think it's better that way. i hope you'll come to an understanding - maybe an inspiration, and figure out i have nothing left to say.
though it feels like yesterday, the moments have left me. you'll never see me like that again; i promise i'll never feel like that again.
you'll come back and it'll be too late, though i won't be here to tell you to stop making mistakes &n
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Jhonen says: Very HIGH QUALITY preserved cancer tumors. I ate them. I know it was wrong.
"I don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard."
People is sometimes kind.
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