

Swallow Your Tongue 11After what happened last night, I had been curled up. Against my warm bed sheets with fatigue weighing my eyelids so powerfully, I was not about to fight it. I just wanted to sleep. To stop thinking and processing and stressing and obsessing over the issues of my magazine... more formally known as life. The only logical, but temporary answer to fix that was slumber. With my fingers curled around my ear and my ankles crossed at the foot of my bed, I was ready for some sleep. My breathing had already evened out.Swallow Your Tongue 11
My door slammed open. The rest of was a blur. He stormed in, screaming about a letter from the school. Something about ho


dead. honest. :ryden.There are nights where Ryan cannot breathe.dead. honest. :ryden.
There are nights he spends alone withering in jealousy and self-pity. There are nights, fatal deviously isolated nights where Ryan cannot breathe, with his head hanging off the side of the mattress as he whispers to himself a somber harmony. There are nights where he does not shed tears, does not breathe, and does not think.
There are nights that Ryan takes pills to hide under it all. Sometimes two or three will do. Sometimes seven or eight is better. Sometimes fifteen or twenty will hit the spot, tweak the numbness. There are nights Ryan spends locked in his own quarters
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((: LOVEEE LOOVEE LOVEEE.
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Andy Hurley looks like........JESUS!! (with glasses)
Im going to see them in Feb... and pete is my darling!!
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Matt Bellamy is my hero.
;♫ You're the god ; of a shrinking universe;♪
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Rar!
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