watching the bandsA couch of soft worn, torn holes in the side A pillow of down, a warm fleece wrap around, and your arm there to abide.watching the bands
The T.v.s on but I hear it not,
your breathings too loud, yet so soft, so profound, into which Im consumed and caught.
a caress of the arm, a link of the hands, a kiss on my neck, too anticipated to remember, too perfect to forget, as we watch Mtv, and I ignore bands.
Bands who sing of the relationships we have, who are really alone, and druged, and preocupied with cell phones. while we sit there and laugh
an
random thoughts twoAlas...random thoughts two
I was sitting right here yesterday morning, when events took a turn for the worse.
I was peculiarly, vaugly happy.... almost... I shall just say content. But this I was when my mother bounded into the office (her pills are working wonders I swear) and announced that we were invited out to dinner.
She didnt know that the last thing I wanted to do was socialize with her friends.
I didnt know that these friends were our nighbors.
So back to my point in the story.
I had been acutely numb at the moment, faked a pretty good smile, and said "thats great," then as I
random thoughts.... why?Where do I start? Nine months of my life, wasted, making you feel better about her. It was all a lie in all reality. We had nothing real, nothing strong, nothing... great. You used me for my body basically. Another marker on your scoreboard I suppose?random thoughts.... why?
You see I've always been fond of you, I just grew to love you. You grew to love her. And I could see why, shes very pretty, and wonderfully nice. But shes taken. You needed to find someone to get her off your mind. I woulda loved to be your concious when you thought "Oh Ill just take that little nighbor girl, the one who likes me, whos innocent" Or /was/ innocent then. &
Cry of helpI don't care what happens anymore, It all ends up a blur.. All I know is that rumors forevermore, Will lie about me.Cry of help
The world is driping in evil now, I hear god cry for them. Hunger slowly killing little ones... Whos gunna save them?
I feel like everybody hates me Thier words cut real deep I miss having at least one friend... I can't help but cry myself to sleep.
What happend to life the way it used to be, &n
we would laughimagine being hugged while you press up against someones' chest that you feel safe with. your best friend. someone that would cry with you and rest their head against yours and wrap around you like a favorite quilt that was tented over you and squeezed and caressed you like it understood your sorrow. and when i tried to speak , my voice would crack with the agony i felt along with you. and as my tears ran down and mingled with yours, the river they formed would wash away the memory of the hurt and we would begin to laugh at the wetness. the love was all you needed to remember. the hurt was temporary, but the love was forever.we would laugh
Deleting of Accounts so longer available
i can't even reply to the last replies to me cuz the deviations were deleted and i dont have a reply button to push now!!!
HELP! where's Grace!
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-if you believe the gossip you hear about me then why are you so torn and trying not to believe it?
-definition of gossip- sad, bitter people spreading rumors about people they want you to disslike just cause they do.
i muchly appreciate you favoriting 'we would laugh'
it's one of mine too
look free to feel around my stuff ...
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-if you believe the gossip you hear about me then why are you so torn and trying not to believe it?
-definition of gossip- sad, bitter people spreading rumors about people they want you to disslike just cause they do.
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Visit my
Would you mind if I edited some of your stuff? >_>
n_n;
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"What did you want, magical gay disney sparklies?" - Sarah Ellerton (a.k.a ArtsAngel)
dude Im getting better tho
remember eight grade, my spelling in mrs janson's class...
*shudders*
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Your finger tips across my skin, palmtrees blowing in the wind, Images.
You sang me Spainish lullabuys, sweetest sadness in your eyes, Clever trick.
Well I never wanna see you unhappy, I thought youd want the same,for me.
Goodbye my almost lover.
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Critics will grumble. Of course they will. That's one of the functions of critics. As an artist it's your job to give them ulcers, and perhaps even something to get apoplectic about. -- Neil Gaiman
heya whats up hon?
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Your finger tips across my skin, palmtrees blowing in the wind, Images.
You sang me Spainish lullabuys, sweetest sadness in your eyes, Clever trick.
Well I never wanna see you unhappy, I thought youd want the same,for me.
Goodbye my almost lover.
Thanks for that handy-dandy paperclip in the Interloch forum....
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Why is it that human beings do best within some kind of order and rules?
I hope its very handy
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Your finger tips across my skin, palmtrees blowing in the wind, Images.
You sang me Spainish lullabuys, sweetest sadness in your eyes, Clever trick.
Well I never wanna see you unhappy, I thought youd want the same,for me.
Goodbye my almost lover.
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