multicoloredmirrors
Status: "we know what we are, but not what we may be." -hamlet.
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it is always nights like this where everything is so quiet you can hear beneath the absolute threshold, when i begin to wonder if i am going mad. technically, if one were to be truly losing their...
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it’s so fucking funny in that ironic sort of way- i mean, here i am, alone and awake at 3:00 in the morning, utterly terrified and erratically over analyzing my life and reality. or really, the...
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August 13, 2013a few years ago, when I was seventeen, I was smoking weed all the time, taking 200mg+ of adderall a day, and tripping on "acid" as often as I could. from these combinations I didn't...
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march 12th, 2013 "is this the real life, or is this just fantasy. ?" much like my youth, I am finding snippets of meaning through songs. piece by piece, they are slowly building up what I so...
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just five minutes, worm your honor: him, me; alone. ~somehow it feels as if i have some monstrosity within me, dwelling just below the surface. (how fitting- mommy's little monster.) a sinister...
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somehow, it seems that i've pushed back the protective covering that encases all- i've been flung from paradise (milton, you're working me raw.) but at this dismissal, it seems that i've acquired...
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it's a constant stream of consciousness, the ultimate truth about how art and inspiration is just your perception and interpretation of life and the reality around you. listen to a song, and pause as...
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just five minutes, worm your honor: him, me; alone. ~somehow it feels as if i have some monstrosity within me, dwelling just below the surface. (how fitting- mommy's little monster.) a sinister...
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somehow, it seems that i've pushed back the protective covering that encases all- i've been flung from paradise (milton, you're working me raw.) but at this dismissal, it seems that i've acquired...
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it's a constant stream of consciousness, the ultimate truth about how art and inspiration is just your perception and interpretation of life and the reality around you. listen to a song, and pause as...
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just five minutes, worm your honor: him, me; alone. ~somehow it feels as if i have some monstrosity within me, dwelling just below the surface. (how fitting- mommy's little monster.) a sinister...
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somehow, it seems that i've pushed back the protective covering that encases all- i've been flung from paradise (milton, you're working me raw.) but at this dismissal, it seems that i've acquired...
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it's a constant stream of consciousness, the ultimate truth about how art and inspiration is just your perception and interpretation of life and the reality around you. listen to a song, and pause as...