There are plenty of places to hide when you are looking to be lost.

Wuthering Heights

A Novel

By

Ellis Bell

In Three Volumes

Vol.1

London:
Thomas Cautley Newby, Publisher
72, Mortimer St., Cavendish Sq.
________
1847.

Bad dreams in the night,

You told me i was going to lose the fight,

Leave behind the wuthering, wuthering, wuthering heights,

Heathcliff,

It's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home,
I'm so cold,

let me in your window.

My lord
And who may it be said is your intended sir?
My ward,
Pretty as a rose bud
Pretty as her mother?
Huh? What was that?
Nothing sir. Nothing.
Pretty women
Fascinating...
Sipping coffee,
Dancing...
Pretty women
Are a wonder.
Pretty women.
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them chills the air.
Pretty women.

And I found you
On a bench
Looking at nothing
And we didn't talk
Then you said
''Where've you been''
I said, right behind you.

and some emotions to go with that.

i got it.
got cha.
and i miss it.
missed cha.
cause it was complementing my current state.
cause it was in another world.
in dream land.
where the reality doesn't matter.
and it was all good.
nothing bad.
_____________________________________

taskigt läge. im sorry. faktiskt.
but you're never there for me. you're just. there in an air kind of way.
the kind you just need so you can breathe.
cause i need you to be.
men inte på riktigt.
du är min rullstolskompis från fucking åmål just nu.
och det är ju bara för sorgligt.
_____________________________________

"-nä. jag känner inget. inget analsex."

That secret that you know
That you don't know how to tell*
it fucks with your honor
And it teases your head
But you know that its good girl
Cause its running you with red.

Then the snow started falling
We were stuck out in your car
You were rubbing both my hands
Chewing on a candy bar
you said ain't this just like the present
To be showing up like this
There's a moon waning crescent
we started to kiss

And I said I know it well
That secret that we know
That we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honor
I'm in love with your cheeks
what's that noise up the stairs babe
Is that Christmas morning creeks?

And I said I know it well.

Jag
vet
inte
om
jag
andas
eller
bara
låtsas.

woah that's dedicated.

I'm in a daze.
Sorry people for being distant.
I just can't really care at the moment.
:D
/hairflip.

im gonna marry all of these, and they'll be japanese artists, italian mafia bosses, american agents and parisian designers.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew
A strangers light comes on slowly
A strangers heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart.

both of you can just fade to black

things aren't working.
what do we do

we swim

swim

swim.

I need to be watching that movie right now.

don't try to kiss me when I'll let you.

How do you deal with things. Like. I forgot. Somehow.
No use yellin' at me. I'm too used to it.

Sometimes I think I'm gonna break, literally,
just because of the simple fact
that I am all of the sudden very fragile
and should keep very still and no one should touch me.
So don't poke me.
It's probably sort of cold in the room when I get like that.
It's cosy though.
And annoying.
I seem to notice my collarbones and fingers more.
whatsthebigidea.

Sometimes I think I could seriously run through a brick wall
if I wanted to,
no wine or cigarettes or smudged mascara or hairspray
would get to me.
canttouchthisMHMHM.
There'd be nothing depressing about it. And no one could mess with me.
Cause I'd kick em to China. It's not funny okay. It's serious business.

pickmeupnow.ineedyousobad.
downdowndownddowndowndowndowndown.(itgetsmeso)

Have a drink, it's on me.

You say that you're broken
I just wanna fix you

Tell me what to do , baby, i will listen.
Days that go unwritten
all the things you're missing

tell me what to do, baby, i can fix it.

From squareamerica.com

and it has this voice calling ... come play with us.

Flickr.com

It smells like you in my mind.

pressing bodies,
hhh, hhh, hahh,
fingers pressed into skin,
mhh, mhh, mhhm,
blood is pumping,
hands, lips and skin touching.
harder, faster,
those clouds far above seem much closer.

found old pictures of my mom and her friends.
makes me resentful towards the time I'm in.