this is where the milk comes from

these characters are not super heroes

fly me to the moon and tell me stories about boys who fight for the scars and girls who ask "shall i make you a twitter?"

peeing in the soup and saying that it's dressing doesn't make it so

fight.
fight.
flight.
LIAR.

saying that you'll come and rescue me doesn't mean that you will when i'm in danger. it only means that when i am in danger i'll have the hope that you'll be there with a cape flapping wildly in the breeze and your hair clinging to your face in the rain.

LIAR.

you are the tiny piece of something that gets stuck in my eye everytime i think about pocket monsters and absurdism

log on.
log off.
shut down.
switch on.

all i have to do now is flip up a screen and wait for the entertainment to arrive before me. feeling like a queen feeling like a peasant feeling like a child dressed up in her mother's clothes;
they're too big, but i don't care, all i want is to be something i'm not right now, something bruised and ugly and covered in scars.
"maybe self destruction is the answer."
i never want to be the person i was before, i don't want to wake up and think 'oh shit, i've got to so much blank to finish before period blank.'
to be honest with you, i've been thinking about that strange little voice in the back of my mind that tells me to do bad things; it sounds like my power animal roaring for me to get into action.
but mine's not a penguin, mine's a beetle, and it's telling me to crawl,
crawl like the insignificant insect i know i am.
sometimes i find that the beetle has gone and been replaced by a lion.
but that's only when i'm with you.




shut down.
no.
switch on.

i've got tears and fears and tiny pieces of paper with fragments of my heart on them

simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
simple.
complex.




this is the part where you get hufflepuffed.

maybe if you look around you you'll finally notice the people there out of necessity and nothing else. you'll finally see that there's only one person here who really cares about you, who wants only the best for you.
who wants you to get even further than you've already gotten.

but people like you never pay attention to the people who care for you without asking for anything in return.



you don't know who i am.

living in past memories,
praying for deja vu

as he kissed her lips and looked at her deeply he told her that "santa" was giving her a wonderful gift. on christmas day she woke to find thhat he wasnt there anymore, weeks past and she went without him, badmouthing his name around the whole town , 3 months later she saw something fall down from the chimney, next to it lay a box, as she opened it she found that gold engagement ring with a card.

now or never

we're better off living in forever without memories, only seconds.

taking action is the long way of doing things,
nowadays it's all about google and tiny computers built into people's heads.









we are the now generation; ready for the castration of our pride.
i am jack's newest option.

yes.

there's more to us than just the heavy metal music and snaps! of cameras.

please stop listening to me, what i'm saying makes no sense

when you stand alone it's much easier to get a good view of the people around you.

violent video games and insecure mercenaries

come on!

wait!

thanks partner.

many nights have been spent sitting alone and just wondering about the people they love.


nobody takes any action nowadays.

should i be outraged?

that answer didn't satisfy me.
nothing does anymore. i've tried and tried and tried, but all i end up with is a broken bottle with tiny shards of multicoloured dreams and hopes scattered over the ocean of harry potter merchandise and cool band posters that is my wall.



maybe i should shoot higher next time, it might miss the posters and hit the blank wall giving it some of the colour it so deserves.

what would you do if i told you i love you?

waiting in anticipation for a reply.

please get me back

falling into the never-ending can of polka-dot paint that is my life is keeping me awake at night trying to escape from it.

stay away from me

thinking about you is not the way i want to spend my time.

staying away from sunlight

i'm staying away from sunlight,
staying away from bright things,
staying away from light things,
staying away from happy things,
staying away from things that have smiles painted onto them so that they can never be real,
staying away from the doll with unblemished porceilan skin and apples on their cheeks because they constantly look through a person, constantly 'going through the eyesocket'.

i'm staying away from these things because they remind me of the moments i spent with you. those beautiful, precious, irretrievable moments that have been burned into my mind because after you left i had to think about something to keep my mind off the being that was next to me only seconds ago, so i thought of everything that we did together.
it was the only thing that kept me from going crazy.

it is through helping people that we display weakness; people like to take advantage of those who can be trusted.

sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time. watching the tides roll away.

just sitting on that fucking bay, wasting my precious time.

i am jack's wasted childhood.

game consoles are the true portals into other worlds

escaping into world where magical craetures exist, brave knights and brash, non-conformist maidens help poor villagers and suffering farmers, help other brash and bold nobility, help some of the magical creatures for their help in return.

escape.
in it's purest form.

let me be your doctor

i'll cut you open and fix you up.

realizing that no-one would look at me if i weren't with you kills me inside.

is this meant to make me cry?

look at you.
look at me.
spot the difference.

is it the way your hair falls perfectly into place? or your fair, even complexion? or maybe that sing-song voice of yours makes every boy who hears want to steal the world for you.
it's probably the low-cut tops and the badly applied make-up though.
because that's what really makes the boys go wild.

pray for me.
think of me.
sing for me.
give yourself to me.
help me.
save me.
die for me.
live for me.

you are the sparkler on my cake.

cursed with ugly

looking at you makes me want to cry.

It's So Beautiful

what?




was i meant to say something?

please, please, don't leave me

i think that when everything is said and done, it's worth a few pennies to try and run away before the big people notice you.

i am jack's trembling libido.

when i get home

broom broom.
watching the house disappear into the distance behind the head of the person in the back seat.
"there's no-one there honey."
"but i can see them."
"stop pretending."

sit down. listen. obey. be a good little girl. be the kind of girl other girls want to be. be the kind of girl other girls hate because they are constantly being compared to you by their parents because you're the kind of girl they want their daughters to be. be the one who everyone looks at at the parties, the one every guy wants to get their hands on and the one every girl avoids. be the one who never has any friends.

and when you return home the lights will be on for you,
because everybody awaits your arrival.

shopping cart easter eggs and snape capes

bring me the effervescent smell of store-bought candles and big bird balloons with tiny beaks that invert when you pull them really, really hard.