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thegirlyoudontwanttomeet:

iseeavoice:

michichick:

“I’m a writer” I whisper as I look up war statistics

“I’m a writer” I whisper as I look up when the blender was invented

“I’m a writer” I whisper as I figure out how many times you can get shot without dying

“I’M A WRITER” I shout when someone uses my laptop and I left the page open to stab-wound references.

“I’M A WRITER!” I yell as I stare at a wall for hours instead of actually writing.

  • Track Name

    Becomes the Color

  • Album

    Stoker

  • Artist

    Emily Wells

robindavenport:

Deliciously creepy, from an excellent film, and relevant.

O no no, save me from my misery,
There’s no such, thing as living comfortably
There’s no such, thing as going home
I’m not formed of myself alone
All the other others they’ll just fade to black
When you think you have me’s when i don’t look back
Keep on laughing, callin’ after me
Keep on laughin’, I’m just free

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