not to say-maybe i shouldn't tell you about the dreams where we migrate, find a climate more comfortable for everything we want to be. because this county has nothing for me except a lonesome bridge and a stretch of land connecting it back to the world at large. but here i am, up to my ankles in quicksand and what they've said is true, the more you struggle, the faster you sink. so i am beating my fists to your sinoatrial node; this is not a physics classroom, this is waiting to die.not to say-
you say things about me that are foreign as the languages i forgot to make room for; i am deciphering slower than your tongue twisting and meaning is seeping o
Multiple ChoiceI know your patterns so well, like a detective knows the traces of a serial killer. You have your signature wayMultiple Choice
of forcing your way back into my life:
1. You spark an innocent conversation with me, usually the first since the last break up. You'll ask if I am (a. single) (b. available)
Uh.
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<3
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"It's not how you LOOK, it's how you SEE"
I am a member of :icontheWrittenRevolution:
*hides in shame*
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yes i do have a fat inner child.
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dream catch me when i fall
or else i won’t come back at all.
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I like to experience life in all its agonizing glory. I don't want to dull the sensations in any way.
Love is a trick that nature plays on us to get us to reproduce.
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Suggest a Lit DD today!
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Razz doesn't just want to rain on your parade...
...she wants to blow up all of the floats too.
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[MissJenna]
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Was his attitude... Flippant?
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"People run out. Money runs out. Time runs out. But words don't run out." - J. Deborah Klein
"Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Watch the crashes
Let them rust"
-from Paradox by ~Oblivialice
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