depressed.

only hate the road when you're missing home, only love her when you let her go

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Lydia

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sh4rki:

Every single thing that i own has Sebastian hair on it help me jesus

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AM I TUMBLR FAMOUS NOW?

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akasheer4n:

I’ve seen another version of this but I don’t get it..

the paint is covering up their scars.

Oh okay oops i didnt think of i that way.

“She can paint a pretty picture, but her story has a twist. The paintbrush is her razor and the canvas is her wrist.”

‘She can paint a lovely pictureButThis story has a twist.Her paintbrush is a razor,And her canvas is her wrist’
She can paint a lovely pictureButIt’s not a lovely thingFor her media is her bloodAnd her canvas is her skin.
She can paint a lovely pictureButYou see the problem isHer paintbrush is a craft knifeAnd the body she paints is his
She can paint a lovely pictureButGenerally she won’tFor her art is screamingAnd tearing out her throat
She can paint a lovely pictureButIt’s of a different kindFor the art which she makesIs only in her mind
She can paint a lovely pictureButThese stories aren’t the sameAs what you think of picturesAnd they’re fully covered with shame.

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