Ophelia Xx


UntitledI am pinned through the breast like a specimen not yet preserved, beating my wings, sobbing for release, unwilling to confess my loss. Fighting makes my heart race, my cheeks flush, my eyes grow large and dark as if the only flame were snuffed out, and I scratch in the dark to see you. You inquire of me, "What can this mean?" as I struggle against the force of it, and feel the deep thrust of begging; begging, "Stop, stop, stay."Untitled

On Parallelism
Spectrum of Subtext
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My sin is definitely pride.
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2% of the teenage population doesn't or hasn't tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 98% who has, copy & paste this in your signature.
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Would it be ok to put this on my facebook?
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"And you'd be beautiful and pale, and look too much like her.
If only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were, Johanna!"
- Sweeney Todd
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