you can count on me to split
4:17 p.m. & 2006-07-20
The more that you try and love me, the further I'll flee.
I'll rejoice in your hatred...recoil from kindness.
You'll never have the chance to know me, reach me, save me, because the closer you touch, the colder grows my heart.
[THE LOVE I SELL YOU IN THE EVENING, BY THE MORNING WONT EXIST]
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Bronwyn. 17. skinny. alone. dramatic. a contradiction. open-minded. moody. spastic. easily amused. immature. a senseless writer. a joke.
loves
Red hair. Conor Oberst. Ice cream. Vampires. Murderdolls. Swingsets. Ville Vallo. Teddybears. Skateboards. The moon. Slinkys. Books. Pale skin. Dandelions. Cuddling. Giggling. Europe. Stomachs..
hates
moths. spiders. insects. homophobia. biphobia. the south. opression. sexism. human nature. bones. scars. the cold.