October 2009
41 posts
Blinding
Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber Until I realise that it was you who held me under Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No...
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(614): im so drunk with asians (1-614): where? (614): always
me, all day, err’day.
I love this song. *w*;
“People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a...”
– Banksy. (via wolfgeek)
>w>
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(360): nah, shes just mad because we went through all her fb pics and tagged her crotch as all the guys shes fucked
If I was a guy.. I would so do this. I’m an asshole.
12159.) I've never gotten over your eyes, baby!
blogsecret:
They’re gorgeous! There are two kinds of brown eyes: Your everyday run-of-the-mill brown eyes, and the gorgeous gleaming honey brown eyes. You have the latter & when you look at me like you do, I feel you know what I’m thinking. You stop my heart every time.
>w>
“Never play leapfrog with a unicorn.”
– Bryan
I hate
BEING SICK. e_e; so goddamn much. All my teachers keep telling I look REALLY SICKLY all the time and it’s ridiculously annoying. |: I just want to be healthy and stuff. Too much to ask? I suppose. I really need to schedule a doctor’s appointmeeeeent.
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(843): Let’s pretend this is a good idea before I change my mind.
How I feel about a lot of things I want to do. |:
short story - Cosmic Love
I can’t help but be addicted to this Florence and the Machine song, so. The last post had art in it.. have some writing ~
Faintly, her fingertips traced the region where his heart lie - listening to the subtle, dull beat that pulsed between them. They were far from in rhythm, his slow and hers like a million drums at once; beating to a tune of nervousness. As he lay asleep, and her eyes...
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Awkward first post time, yay. My favorite. Uhm.. I’m not sure what to say except for the fact that this’ll contain a lot of rambling, whining, bitching and other assorted goodness. Probably my bits and scraps of writing and doodles? Maybe photography too.. depends. Lots of music I’m sure. I’m awfully tired.