Im safe up high.I get butterflies, and I want to see you as often
as I can. You've made me realize Im not as broken
as I thought I was..
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two tired children‘when the sky falls,’ she whispered softly, playing with the ends of his hair, ‘will you hold my hand?’two tired children
they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she’d only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she’d never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it’d rub off o
by ~aquene
What Life We Had: SweetChileWhat Life We HadWhat Life We Had: SweetChile
We were always funny in that car-crash sort of way, you know? Like a train wreck, where no matter how nasty or ridiculous it got, you couldn’t turn away. We were an icon of sorts.
Polar opposites. We were so completely different, we attracted each other. What was that your mother always said…oh right, ‘Opposites attract’. We’re living proof aren’t we?
You were deeper on an intellectual level, always seeing the world in shades of black and white. All you ever saw was the reality. I was more out-of-the-box. I could see the fine line of gray in between; and I
by ~Toph-Luvs-Zuko
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- Current Residence: The dirty Riv.
- Interests: Painting, writing, reading, dancing, acting.
- Favourite movie: Breakfast Club.
- Favourite genre of music: Anything & everything.
- Favourite poet or writer: Joy Fielding, Dan Brown, Wally Lamb.
- MP3 player of choice: iTouch.
- Favourite game: The game. (You just lost!)
- Personal Quote: This too shall pass.
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I rise at eleven, I dine about two
I get drunk before seven, and the next thing I do
I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap
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absence makes a strong love stronger &
a weak love weaker. like the wind blows
out a candle but fans a fire. <3
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