the destruction of everything
aurantium
is the beginning of something new.

orange is my favourite colour cos you wrote that in the subject line of some email on february fifteen, twothousandandone. new lj coming soon.

let me tell you a thing or two, boys and girls. i know youre not the way everyone wants you to be, everyone says that you are. i know youre like this, like that. i know you better than you know you, always did. im sorry i run away from you sometimes. they say it like its me, but you put things on people that make no sense, hurt them and they cant ( Read more... )

i dont understand.

what am i going to do with arguments about stupid genres that dont even exist? handcuffs? never shutting the shower curtain? saves the day lyrics in alphabets on the fridge? never being able to walk again? shows you really dont want to go to? always making sense despite never actually? gum instead of nicotine? filling my tires every couple weeks? ( Read more... )

anyone can feed me lines; anyone can sell me lines. if i needed this, id have asked for it last year at christmas. you used to be scared, and thats somehow my responsibility. you cant do the things you think are going to make things right, and we always knew that. your statements, accustions dont hold up in court. it seems, it seems, it seems. so ( Read more... )

on the one hand, everything can be right or wrong. everything was meant to be, and everything happens for a reason. maybe theres some sort of plan for all of this, and maybe its just that itll become what it becomes. things might be forever, things might be temporary...and things might be the way they should, the way they shouldnt, and youre ( Read more... )

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i just cant stop letting how awkward everythings become bother me. say the words, and ill leave to let you live in your hungry haze. i wish everyone would read cats cradle. and i wish everyone would understand. and i wish everyone could see how they make life a giant toy balloon. and i wish you werent so crazy off in your own balloon, and youll be ( Read more... )

&my computer still remembers your name. robots still tell me some inaccurate time if i shift that box just right. songs about girls with names the same as places you work still make me twitch. its not that im not good at math, thats not why it doesnt add up. i just cant bring myself to form equations, make more work ( Read more... )