the best thing about a picture is it never speaks, I’d dream about you if I could ever sleep, how do you? After the hell you put me through? I’m not spiteful, I’m just saying its bull. You really aughta not be doing so well, you really aughta not be doing so well.
I recently put up an album of demos I have been working on for the past two years. All these songs are unmastered. I recorded them myself in my home studio (aka my room). I wanted to share them with you all in the hopes that maybe one or two of them will develop into something meaningful for you. Click the link below to download the free demo version of the album. And feel free to make a donation upon your checkout if you wish to support me in getting it produced and pressed! http://thebodytheft.bandcamp.com/
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sometimes I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who I see.
and every day I bid these wounded eyes to see, remember remember your suffering is nothing but a dream.
I’m going to start screenprinting shirts again this year.
my hans tremble and shake with your every breath,
and for the first time, in the longest time,
I’m not thinking of death.
![got these on my face :]](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lej9ncFF531qa2hwao1_500.jpg)
Christmas wish-list.
This is what makes my heart turn to mush in a boy. Blue eyes, full lips and blonde-brown hair.
I bid this river run
swell ‘till the banks are overcome
and in the deluge and the flood
keep my voice from shaking.
but the water isn’t deep
just a muddy bank of a stream
and though I know I can’t be asleep
I feel like I’m dreaming.
what god would paint this life
smokey black and pallid white
a negative held up to the light
what am I exposing?
he’s 15 years old. this is what America needs more of, pissed off youth that have direction and motivation.
Originally Posted By andreadabrila
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Make Do and Mend and I have work :[ lame
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