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smells like missed social cuesWhen I was little, I was determined to become the next Sally and marry Jack Skellington. While other eight-year-old girls pretended they were Disney princesses, I was busy perfecting my sewing on various stuffed animals. They were a sad bunch—ruined, stuffingless and in need of repair. I employed all of my third-grade knowledge on them, which meant that they were some severely anatomically incorrect plushies. Hey, who knew that bears didn’t have more than two arms? Not me, obviously. I didn’t really relate well to girls my own age. I got along with them just fine, but I never enjoyed dollhouses (except msmells like missed social cues
by ~NekoSerendipity
No love lost here.Don’t tell me I can’t do anything.No love lost here.
I’ll prove you wrong.
Let me show you.
Don’t pretend I’m not here.
My existence is screaming.
Everything about me—
Voice, eyes, scent—
Replaying in your head.
I’ll unwind you like an old cassette.
Listen to my favorite songs backwards.
Search for hidden meanings
Inside your tangled heartstrings.
No love lost here,
Just desires scratching at our nerves.
Hate me, but hold me close anyways. &n
by ~NekoSerendipity
Autumn Song of a NecrophobiacI smell decaying leaves, and something burning.Autumn Song of a Necrophobiac
The trees are on fire. I’m still cold.
You beckon, ahead of me, and I quicken my steps.
Though I am next to you, you give off no warmth.
Why is that?
My breath fogs in front of me.
There are no clouds before your mouth.
Why is that?
I shiver. You put your arm around me.
I am even colder.
Why is that?
I love autumn, you say, smiling.
I don’t. And I am freezing slowly.
Why is that?
At the door of
by ~NekoSerendipity
Cotton Candy, Coffin LidsThere’s something about the taste of cotton candy that makes the sounds of the circus even sharper: the babble and laughter of the crowd, the impressive, booming voice of the ringmaster, the trumpeting elephants and roar of the lions.Cotton Candy, Coffin Lids
I squinted out over the sea of heads below my seat in the crowd. The trippy carnival haze of bright lights and even brighter colors were beginning to get to my head. I rubbed at my eyes and blinked. To my left elbow, Henry was slumped over in his seat snoring. His pale blond hair fell messily over one closed eye, and his face was peaceful, the kind of peace only a sleeping child ever obtains. I
by ~NekoSerendipity
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"One is very crazy when in love." -Freud
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"One is very crazy when in love." -Freud
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Insanity is the Precursor to Normality.
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Insanity is the Precursor to Normality.
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"One is very crazy when in love." -Freud
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