purple
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small; and the one that, your mother gives you, don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice; when she's ten feet tall.
Some people exchange "I love you's" days after being together. Heck it takes me close to a year before I make such a stupid promise to someone. It really should be "I love you... now." Romantic. We're not made monogamously and it's hard to believe that "being in love" will last forever. Cynic.
I would like to be able to tell you that Miss Scarlett, the pyro, candlesticked Mr Black to his demise; in the dining room no less. But that would be too obvious.
Jilted and saved. "Better sooner than later" they keep saying. That's their consolation. Truth is, I knew he'd bolt; but it didn't matter to me, I was bored, I just didn't know how to get rid of him.
If safety pins are non too strong to hold my life together, paperclips are none the better.
The root of all my fears; the thing that debilitates me like nothing else, my life is forming around it, I'm accepting a subpar version of myself, don't bother applying to that job, they won't accept you, don't ask that girl out, she's far more attractive than you, don't tell your father you love him; he probably doesn't give a fuck.
I’ve never seen a silver lining, the glass is always half empty and the grass is actually greener on the other side. Take today; I dropped £20 somewhere in the white blanket that has covered my town. I wasn’t the lucky sod who found it, was I? No, that guy is probably my counter. Optimistic bastard.
If I had one, I'd want it to be antiquated; because I think I'm cool and because the unobtainable or less readily available draw me in. Plus, I like aesthetically pleasing objects. But because I'm such a ridiculous, I want to punch you in the fucking face, kind of perfectionist, the poor bastard wouldn't get used very much at all. Just sit there all purty like a trophy wife.
I always had a reputation as being a good girl, maybe people even thought I was a prude, but if you knew me behind closed doors, if you saw the kind of things that I let happen, a fist closing around my thorax, crushing it like a predatory snake; constrictor, asphyxiation. Hypoxia.
This is the moment, everything slows down; //your moment//; this is what all your training was for. Now, is the time to prove your worth; in these seconds, you realise you will go down as a legend, as a hero , but then, the moment has passed, to the guy next to you, he takes it and all because the trigger decided to stick or you choked.
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