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United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
This is my blogchalk:
United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium
2005-11-04 - 12:00 p.m.
It is in this moment that the stranger is born outside of us. He walks the gate path and bloodies the roses with his hands. The chairs become seated stairwells to worlds we wished we wouldn't visit.
Waiting is a tentative thing, a precautionary measure against action. The birds have a feeder and the vines slow their climb but we, we wait for the sun to pass us by. No touching of that god's eye, we've marked the door with blood.
The roses open and all of our dreams close their cocoons.
More and more the pop songs are filled with unanswerable questions.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
