We all make promises to ourselves.

He's reading out of the book he calls a bible, "Say, Mary," he says, "why don't you take a look." But they're just words to her, and she says, "Strange markings on paper aren't what we're looking for." So she takes his hand and shows him her bible, sleeping in a cradle, and says, "Say, John, would you listen to her breathing? Look at her tiny ( Read more... )

She's selling herself like a cheap carnival game and even with your hands shaking and your breath coming fast you still hit the mark every fucking time; I really don't think it's fair, anyways, and I'm not sure that it is, the way you never miss and even if you do, no one's looking and she certainly doesn't notice, but then again no one expects her ( Read more... )

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Two years ago I was floating in the sky drugged on helium, and then I started to feel nauseated. So I searched for the cure, and I overdosed on gravity ( Read more... )

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WTF. IT WON'T LET ME POST MY ENTIRE FUCKING FREEWRITE. Memory is so important because it can help people better understand who they are, in a way. They can use memories of their family or past to figure out where they fit into the world. This is laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame and I don't know what to write. So yeah yeah yeah. I do(

Tonight you are a whispering campaign ( Read more... )

"Even if I did, does it matter? You’ll only forget by the time you’re dead, and then you’ll be so sad you’ll blame me." His answer was slow and careful, wrapping its way around you tight like the rope in his hands. It was getting hard to breathe ( Read more... )

The blinds pulled across the diner's windows framed his face, sectioning it off in even strips. Horizontal stripes make you look wider, she had always said, and his blue eyes were wide with fear. The coffee sat one the table untouched and cold already. His shaking hands brought it to his lips, but he didn't really taste it- the same hands that ( Read more... )