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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
~Jack Kerouac, On the Road~






The second star to the right
Shines in the night for you
To tell you that the dreams you plan
Really can come true
The second star to the right
Shines with a light that's rare
And if it's Never Land you need
It's light will lead you there
Twinkle, twinkle little star
So I'll know where you are
Gleaming in the skies above
Lead me to the one who loves me
And when you bring him my way
Each time we say "Goodnight"
We'll thank the little star that shines
The second from the right




I'm:
♥ERbby's sunshine & I love it & she's stuck with me This girl is amazing and never fails to make me feel better ♥ She's my second star to the right
&
♥Atrophya's cynical sarcastic stripper bunny bxtch



by my ERbby
Adderall Princess

written by my loverly Atrophya ♥
♥not an addict
♥Pills




A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true






I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 I forget what 8 was for and
9 9 9 for a lost God and
10 10 10 10 for everything
Everything everything everything
~Violent Femmes~





All I ever wanted was to be good. And it's all turned out so bad.





In an endless search for meaning, I pray for something real...



Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night





the blocks converge and turn into
memories, feelings, i can't place
i can't put empathy into anything
but i remember being eternal,
i remember being more than just
a girl tumbling down the rabbit hole

i was real once, i was real
~Atrophya~





She dances to the swirls
stuck deep inside her head
and can't find the definition
for what she's become anymore
~Atrophya~





Salty sweet on the sand my friend
a late may's gaze that stole my soul again
kisses for all your insides, a smile for the priceless




Here's looking at you, kid




Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss.

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again.

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
the streets are fields that never die
deliver me from reasons why
you'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The Crystal Ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
when we get back, I'll drop a line.
~The Doors~





Breathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it's almost out
We're so creative, so much more
We're high above but on the floor

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
(Nothing means a thing to me)

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.

It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
I'm not an addict...
~K's Choice~




You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting.
~Tinkerbell~



& I think I think too much



I am half sick of shadows





Tears from the sky
In pools of pain
Well baby tonite, i'm gonna go & dance in the rain



Lately, I just can't seem to believe
Discard my friends to change the scenery
It meant the world to hold a bruising faith
But now it's just a matter of grace





When the branches are clawing at your eyes,
Chiselling small sections, staining the shadows
Vermilion and all colours lonely,
You know this time you wont be coming out alive
[Existing just doesn’t count this time]

It’s stunning how the prescriptions submerge
Into those forged feelings when they are lost,
[You have none; there isn’t any; you are one]
When you’re just a junkie skipping twilight,
Crumbling only in the happenstance of
Swallowing moonbeams and tasting the solitude.

Living is all to foreign when its only blood in your veins.
~Ashlii~ ♥



♥My lovely AP family



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