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1. Stardust by GreyGirl17, literature

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1. Stardust

Like Stardust She smiles quietly, if a smile can make any noise, and I nod slowly, not trusting my voice. Her fingers find their way into mine and we walk slowly under the interlocking trees. The crunch of my sneakers on the gravel is so loud compared to the sound of her bare ballerina feet- Kai, look, I've been practicing for hours- making their way almost silently along the path. "Luci-" "Kai, Jay's dead." My breath breaks and I gasp as I try to piece it back together. "On Monday. It was a car accident." I nod. "He left you this." She slips a heavy looking envelope out of her pocket and hands it to me. I open it, see the pap

Xander- TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE. by GreyGirl17, literature

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Xander- TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE.

She smiles, broken, breath shaking just a little and eyes so tired, too old for her young face and I know, I know what's coming but I'm not ready and I'm begging her please, please come back to me- And I see her, as if in slow motion, running, bright red sneakers and then those faded blue jeans and a band t-shirt and I can't remember which one and it's suddenly so important to know which one- And I'm screaming but I don't know what I'm saying to her, only trying to hard to get to her, get to her shoes and her pale hand with her long willow fingers and that ring that I made her out of thin metal and I'm looking for it and I can't find it a

And I don't know by GreyGirl17, literature

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And I don't know

Your eyes are blue your hair, black your shoes, green your smile, indescribable And I don't know how to smile back at you and tell you everything's all right because it's not and you'd be able to tell right away because my smile is faded and your smile is not because you use it every day that indescribable smile that reaches hungry fingers to your eyes and your feet because I know I know how they point when you're happy sag when you're not and your hair your black hair, remember when Jason said it looked like a raven? Your black hair pushed behind your ears when the smile reached for your eyes in front of them when

what if by GreyGirl17, literature

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what if

what if on rainy days the droplets collecting on your fingertips contained minuscule worlds and every time they collide tears were spilt by the gods above? what if we took a trip one day driving off to nowhere voices bright with hope and bags filled with food and we never came back to this place? what if the fireflies all flew away leaving the summer nights dark abandoning the trees? what if green eyes merged with blue and I found a way to describe you? what if red converse hang off of a shy blue fence? what if the blood coursing through my veins was enough to save you?

good by GreyGirl17, literature

sleeves by GreyGirl17, literature

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sleeves

black, usually. Blue, yesterday, with a hole in one side, by the thumb, loose, fingers clutching, clutching, desperate to hold on, nervous, can't let it slide up. A sweater, usually, instead of the shirts, or a jacket. The varsity one, lately, hugging tight so I forget the bottom layer, or the hoodie, looser, another one for the fingers to clutch, little balls of thread collecting, thinning out the ends, hard to believe it's only a few months old. And some nights, for a few minutes, the sleeves travel up, my arms breathing for just a few seconds, before I remember and cover them up quickly, quickly again.

Not This Time by GreyGirl17, literature

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Not This Time

I'm drowning again, you know. My lungs are filling with water my clothes dragging me dragging me dragging me down my arms flounder uselessly and I try to break the surface break the surface I broke just a little while ago a little while that seems like forever. I can see the sun I can still see it but I'm sinking sinking sinking and I'm losing sight of it and no one is coming to save me not this time.

I am inspired. by GreyGirl17, literature

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I am inspired.

I am inspired. I am inspired by green eyes and loose blue sweaters. I am inspired by leaves falling from trees. I am inspired by purple hair and tattoos. I am inspired by nerf guns and bare feet. I am inspired by wolves and hug records. I am inspired by Fred and George. I am inspired by jeans with holes in them. I am inspired by music running through my head. I am inspired by the girl who is oh so strong. I am inspired by moody punctuation marks. I am inspired by the night sky. I am inspired.

The Lonely Child by GreyGirl17, literature

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1. Stardust by GreyGirl17, literature

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1. Stardust

Xander- TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE. by GreyGirl17, literature

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Xander- TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE.

And I don't know by GreyGirl17, literature

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And I don't know

what if by GreyGirl17, literature

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what if

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sleeves

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Not This Time

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I am inspired.

The Lonely Child by GreyGirl17, literature

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Inspired by SakuraUtsukushii, literature

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Inspired

I am inspired. I am inspired by crazy red hair, and being clean for four years straight, and hating and loving the world at the same time. I am inspired by the girl who is just so tired... I am inspired by the girl who loves purple and forest green and is going to re-colour her hair red soon. I am inspired by everyone who has the guts to do what I can't. I am inspired by freedom. By everyone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. I am inspired by everyone who thinks they can't get through this, it's hopeless, I've got to give up. Because let me tell you something. It's never to late. Find your inspiration.

future fantasies. by sensationally-kitkat, literature

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future fantasies.

we'll live in a four-room apartment – kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom. the walls will be plain white, but she'll hang her paintings of the places we've seen and the stories we've told, so everything feels warmer. minimalistic furnishings give us a couch, television, computer, microwave, stove, and bed with a soft mattress, because that's where we'll spend most of our time. she'll set up pastels and canvases in the corner of the living room, and i'll fill a bookshelf with hastily penned sketches and scrawled words. by day, we'll be on top of the world, seizing opportunities – selling artwork or playing guitar in the subwa

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Dec 31
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I am the girl who loves rainbow suspenders and words and the smell of ink and the clack of her keyboard. I am the girl who likes her hair just the way it is and will not cut it thank you very much. I am the girl who wears handcuffs and a biker glove and one earring and who talks quickly and moves her hands a lot. I am the girl who sings songs of love and who writes words of aloneness. I am the girl who bites her lip and detests ink butterflies. I am the girl who depends on a snickers bar and a few words on a screen to get her through everything. I am the girl who likes pictures of the ocean because the ocean is forever. I am the girl who says things like, "Bow ties are cool," and expects people to understand. I am the girl who says hello to zombies and growls at people who anger her. I am the girl who is different and proud. I am the girl who likes the word queer. I am the girl who is enthralled by ideas of liquid light and the universe. I am the girl who cannot comprehend time. I am the girl who makes jokes about going to hell. I am the girl who believes that life is only worth it if it ends. I am the girl who thinks in poetry. I am the girl who aches for someone to hold her hand. I am the girl who wishes to be thinner. I am the girl who inspects her body and doesn’t like what she sees. I am the girl who is only starting to believe it when people call her beautiful. I am the girl who lost something and hasn’t found it. I am the girl who loves feathers because maybe if she has enough she can makes some wings and fly away. I am the girl who used to believe in magic. I am the girl who was once fearless and strong and who didn't have a care in the world but for her next adventure.
I am the girl who grew up.

Current Residence: I'm not quite sure... but it sure as heck isn't reality.
Favourite genre of music: Rock, but I'll listen to anything at all (except for what's popular atm~ gives me a headac
Favourite style of art: abstract or contemporary. I also like sketches.
MP3 player of choice: iPod shuffle. Green.

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Music, art, literature, philosophy, Doctor Who, and QUILTBAG rights.

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GreyGirl17

Nov 12, 2011

I'm just so tired.

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GreyGirl17

Nov 9, 2011

waiting.

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my mom made me cut my hair. my hair. the only thing that actually made me feel attractive. she's also threatening to take my time online away. every tuesday we have to check grades and if i don't have an a average then no computer until the next week. she is taking everything that makes me happy and believe me that's a short list. i am not. okay with this. now, more than ever, i just want to be done with all this ernest hemmingway*. i want to be old enough to live on my own in that apartment in the city where it snows with a cat and someone i love. i don't want to go to college anymore. the only reason i'm going is because my

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GreyGirl17

Nov 8, 2011

Sleep

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"...Sometimes I see flames. And sometimes I see people that I love dying and... it's always... And I can't... I can't ever wake up." --Sleep, My Chemical Romance.