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de_raconteur
31 December 2015 @ 00:00

 
And so they say laughter is the best medicine
 
Raconteur
[ rac·on·teur ]
n.
One who tells stories and anecdotes with skill and wit.




; 50% shut,    the rest left open to the imagination of the world

 
 
de_raconteur
17 May 2012 @ 17:03
Once upon a time somebody ran
Somebody ran away saying fast as I can
I've got to go, got to go

Once upon a time we fell apart
You're holding in your hands the two Halves of my heart

Once upon a time, we burn bright
That all we ever seem to do is fight
On and on...
And on and on and on...

Once upon a time on the same side.
Once upon a time on the same side, at the same Day
And why'd you have to go have to go and throw it all on my fame

I could've been a Princess, You'd be a king
Could've had a castle, and wore a ring
But no, you let me go
And stole my star

Cause you really hurt me
No you really hurt me

 
 
de_raconteur
03 May 2012 @ 00:24
There's only so much a person can take, before everything comes crashing down.
I've reached my breaking point, and I'm snapping into two
 
 
de_raconteur
03 May 2012 @ 00:22
And perhaps one day, I'll collapse on the floor, die of grief, and this cruel world would finally stop spinning.
Perhaps, perhaps...
 
 
de_raconteur
02 May 2012 @ 23:41
The world has been so cruel, but soon I'll bid it farewell and everything will get better.
 
 
de_raconteur
01 May 2012 @ 17:01
From now on I'm not going to cry because you left, instead I'll grief because you're dead to me
 
 
de_raconteur
01 May 2012 @ 01:45
Never before in my entire life, have I ever cried every single night, for a few months in a row.
I'm tired.
 
 
de_raconteur
01 May 2012 @ 01:40
No matter how many lies I feed myself, I still have to cry myself to sleep every night


Take the gun, count to 3
 
 
de_raconteur
28 April 2012 @ 00:06
“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.”
 
 
de_raconteur
27 April 2012 @ 23:58
It's so hard waking up and living the day knowing you're not going to be there, and it's another day given for you to stop missing me and meet someone else.