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b r o t h e r fingertips like sandpaper and blood-scarred knuckles, a palm with lines etched deep, and brown seeping in the trenches like the mud of gallipoli. he once told me that as a boy you loved anything about war. you talked about flanders field like you’d been there when the gunshots rang out and knew the name of a hundred different officers, and sometimes, even their wives. there was one fellow that you knew the name of his three hunting dogs. he told me you caressed your great uncle’s medals as though they were your lover’s hair, tips travelling across letters scratched in metal and colours woven in straight lines.b r o t h e r
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s a f f r o n dear delilah;s a f f r o n
I ponder about you often. You are an unknown quantity, a series of atoms, and a chain of heaving breaths. I understand the others: I know bambii, willow, embers, and yes, sometimes even pandora, but you, you are something foreign and I am intrigued.
[are you an arrow or are you a river?] Xx
p.s. if your soul bubbles like the creek bends, you can find harbour in our walls.
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what i am I get angry fast. This you know. You held my fists when all I wanted to do was punch your stupid fucking face in, even though it wasn’t you I was angry at (I could never be angry with you). you would pin me down with your body and hold me as I cried and thrashed and tried to hurt you because I needed to make someone hurt just as much as me.what i am
I talk bullshit. This you know.
You smile at me in that knowing way when I go off on a tangent about something me and the girls have done, and you know exactly where the truth becomes exaggeration.
You know ha
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brick walls and waterfalls dear delilahbrick walls and waterfalls
if minutes were love bites we’d be
covered in purple, be throbbing and red. but battlements are up, and soldiers shot down by silent arrows that pierce the heart and bleed the love dry. [will we ever speak again?] xx
p.s. I’m am most afraid of sitting in the silver bird and not having a word to say or even being able to touch you.
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| I'm female. Run for the hills boys lest I infect you with my cooties. I'm 16. The age where the world does revolve around me. I live in Australia. Drop bears and all. I call a small country town home. I was raised on climbing trees, chasing sheep, and riding horses bareback. I have Type 1 Diabetes. That means four needles every day. Druggo. My hair can never decide what colour it wants to be. Today, it's black. Yesterday, it was dark auburn. I have an unhealthy addiction to post-its. I have a wall covered in them. My dreams are an alternate universe. Magic is real there. Whoever said laughter was the best medicine is a liar. HUGS are. I am the kind of girl that sneaks out of my house at night because a friend needs comfort. I cannot drive for shit. Unless I get a curvy road, then I'm Peter Brock, babeh. Except for the whole being dead thing. Nobody can quite put me in a 'label'. So far the best description I have heard is, a helluva lot of indi, a few spoonfuls of geek, a pinch of prep, and a dash of emo. Music rules me. i m a g i n e k n o w l e d g e d r e a m l o v e f r i e n d s h i p h o n o u r t r u s t a c h i e v e |
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- Favourite movie: Interview With A Vampire, Hannibal Rising, Scream, The King and I, Dead Poets Society
- Favourite band or musician: Jay Brannan, The Decemberists, Noir Desir, Relient K, Sugar Cult, Frank Sinatra
- Favourite genre of music: Emo rock, INDI, old time swing, jazz, folk
- Favourite artist: Jackson Pollock, I love that you have to draw your own intepretation
- Favourite poet or writer: Anne Rice, Thomas Harris, Melina Marchetta, Arthur Golden, William Blake
- Favourite photographer: Nan Goldin
- Favourite style of art: I adore anything abstract where you create your own story, or meaning
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- Favourite game: Dynasty Warriors, minimal thought required
- Favourite cartoon character: Stewie, Daria, Captain Planet, Xandir and Mushuu
- Personal Quote: You're damn right you will!
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