I imported this entry from my old LJ account. Originally dated Aug. 6, 2008
( IT )

I imported this from my old LJ account. Originally dated Aug. 6, 2008.

( Trash and love )

I imported this entry from my old LJ account. Originally dated Aug. 6, 2008.

( Press the mute button )

I imported this entry from my old LJ account. Originally dated Aug. 6, 2008.

NOTE: I do not own these lyrics; they belong to Death Cab for Cutie.

( A Mellifluous Murder )

I imported this entry from my old LJ account. Originally dated Aug. 6, 2008.

He smelled the sweet bitterness of alcohol from across the kitchen. Even though Brandon didn't drink, he recognized it from his old childhood days. They were bittersweet, too.

That was the past.
The present wasn't any better.
( The Satisfaction of Broken Bones )

I imported this entry from my old LJ account. Originally dated Aug. 6, 2008.

If you don't like fanfictions, particularly band-fics (Fall Out Boy... Haha.) don't read.

( One )

I’m gonna fight ’em off. A seven nation army couldn't hold me back.

( Hey, Haylie )

The cigarette quivered between my lips as I struck the white-headed match against the side of my shoe. Two matches went to waste. I tossed them into the ash tray in the middle of my dad’s bed, the same stale-smelling bed where he sexed it up with random women. She probably had long brown hair piled on top of her head, fire engine red nails, large ( Read more... )

 "Hi, Ray." Mrs. Fletcher motioned him inside to the heated household. "You look frozen. The weatherman says there's a chance of rain today, but I think it's just extremely cold."

Ray listened and nodded. He wanted to reply, but if he hand-signed something, Mrs. Fletcher wouldn't understand.

( Muted language )

The incoming car's headlights were the last source of light Nina set her eyes on. Everything currently around her vomited darkness. The sky bled black, not blue, nor violet. Black. Nina held her hand in front of her face and wiggled her fingers, but she couldn't see them.

( cont. )