22 October 2014 @ 01:23 am
BRAN STARK
that old crow came back today | sitting in my window like a prophet | out on my fire escape | he said "anger is just love left out gone to vinegar" | you wake up a stranger to yourself | then you learn to live with him | sit in his clothing till you figure out his figure
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22 October 2014 @ 12:44 am
jojen reed
in the air i flew; through the clouds i fall. through the country i've walked; in front of temples i've stood. before the ocean i pray; and i said your name.
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22 October 2014 @ 12:13 am
minho
is it a race, or a chase? it's a difficult one. you're running faster and further away, or are you trying to keep up? sticks and stones have left you alone, and all your words will soon desert you. are you waiting?
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21 October 2014 @ 01:13 am
LEO VALDEZ
and what a beautiful mess this is | like picking up trash in dresses | well it kind of hurts when the | kind of words you write | kind of turn themselves into knives | and don't mind my nerve | you could call it fiction | but i like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
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20 October 2014 @ 10:20 pm
allison argent
'cause all I know is we said, "hello" / and your eyes look like coming home / all I know is a simple name / everything has changed / all I know is you held the door / and you'll be mine and I'll be yours / all I know since yesterday is everything has changed
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