Today I am a broken machine,
Leaking oil and
Laps in memories,Breaking down,
I’m Breaking down,
Holes in speech
Holes in my heart.Breaking down,
I’m Breaking down,On this fuel I can’t sustain.
On this fuel I won’t maintain.
Breaking down,
I am breaking down.
No one said it would feel so good.
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30 Indispensable Writing Tips from Famous Authors by Jack Shepherd on Buzzfeed
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“What will you do?”
“Lie as convincingly as I can and pray she doesn’t kill someone important.”
Just finished Grave Mercy and loved it ^^
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“Reader, I married him.”
― Jane Eyre
(Source: thefruitsofsummerfade)
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"Tread Lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow."
-Requiescat, Oscar Wilde, 1881
Wilde wrote this poem for his sister Isola, who died of meningitis aged 9.
(via vyvyan-holland)
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