new1) half the stuff on this file is pure shit
2) that nyctophiliac is a really crappy name
So I'm stopping using this account, and instead you'll find me (if you want to, that is) at ~deoladeyemo
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Adeola AdeyemoA Fitting Name
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No thank you for cold teaToday I remembered what it’s like to wake up alone. Remembered why I can’t sit at the kitchen table by myself – because then it’s just me, and five empty chairs. I mean, I can handle four, when I have the steady, reliable sound of your breath, your life, next to me. But five – they just glower at me, employing the silence to brilliantly demonstrate their emptiness.No thank you for cold tea
So I sat on the stairs. I sat on the stairs with my knees bearing down uncomfortably on my hips, my tea nestled snugly between my palms, sipping gingerly and singeing my tongue. Like the time we’d staggered back from your brother’s 28
by ~nyctophiliac
Eberhardt's ExorcismIt was a Monday. Monday the 16th of October, to be precise, and Simon Duffel was watching a programme on the cotton industry.Eberhardt's Exorcism
Things had, of late, been going fairly well for Simon. He’d been promoted, he’d lost some weight, and his girlfriend of a year had been living with him for the past month now. Her name was Abi. Short for Abeni, but he never could quite get that right. She was pretty, charming and affectionate – she would stick heart-shaped post-it notes all over the house, on the walls, and once over the light-switch in the living-room. Moreover, whereas Simon went to the pub to wind down, Abi ironed, insist
by ~nyctophiliac
JeansI’m descented from a whole great stock of crazy.Jeans
My nan lives in a cottage on the edge of the forest, and lets squirrels and other vermin just walk right in through her back door and eat off her plates and stick their dirty noses in all her cupboards. I don’t think she’s ever cut her hair in her whole life, it’s almost down to her ass and it’s like a hive of snakes. Every time I go she shows me pictures of what she looked like when she was young, but even then she looked plain mad, with her bright red hair and great big watery eyes. I hate it when my mam sends me there. My nan always just babbles about &#
by ~nyctophiliac
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-Word Salad-A word less of me, Pray - let me not tell. I am all worded out, My tumbles stumble in my haste To spill the drink, My words, My verbal alcohol.-Word Salad-
Had I a gun with which I'd let you spiteless silence me, I would not listen for the click But let your finger press the trigger As your judgement coincides.
"I tell too much" It is a universal truth; My teeth and bones, My broken head, (so readily read), Bear literary scars.
Stack me high upon a shelf That I might learn silence And a coat of dust To replace the childis
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Final Sunsetby `zeiva
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