ShoesIt's all about the little things in life. It amazes me, when you break everything down into what it really is, you're left with just about nothing. In this case, I'm left with shoes. Many months full of adventures and heartaches, and it all comes down to shoes. That's what started it all. Looking back on it now, any sane person would have known that if a relationship begins because of a couple pair of shoes, kicks, skids, or whatever you want to call them, it is doomed to fail. In fact, I did know it was doomed to fail, and I'm pretty sure he did too. We jShoes
BellsThere's only one thing left to do. There's only one more big decision to make. All I have to do is move. To walk. But I wait. I'm waiting for something inside me to tell me that I'm making the right decision. I'm waiting for my legs to move, but they don't. Not yet. They're not ready yet. It's the most preposterous thing, really. There's nothing to hold me back. I love him more than anyone in this world. He loves me with all his heart and soul. But why am I questioning this? Why am I not movBells
Day OneAn aquaintance once told me that there's only one thing worth saving in this world. When I questioned him as to what that one thing was, he simply said, "That's for you to decide." At the time, I just brushed him off as a pot-smoking fool, trying to sound philisophical so I'd think of him as sexy and mysterious. While this very well may have been the case at the time, many years later, I came to realize that he was absolutely right.Day One
As I walked through the sterile hallway, I kept my eyes concentrated on the seemingly random floor tiles beneath my grass-stained converse.
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Growing painsThis time tomorrow, there will be no bridges left for kindling.Growing pains
Fortunately, egos burn just as well. So there will still be light. enough to read between the lines, at least.
Clarity is on the way.
This time tomorrow, there will be no sympathy. It has all been wasted in an attempt to make time stop playing tug of war with us.
He always wins.
We were built on quicksand.
You may have noticed: We can only get along when one or the other is intoxicated.
Oth
Break throughI’m sun and sky and grass and Everything else cliché, And I’ve been outside the box so long that It’s getting cold. (It’s not as lonely When you’re like everybody else.)Break through
Today I’m less like my mother and More like Madonna; (un)like a virgin And will Die (and cry) another day.
The day I Gave up Crying.Today I gave up crying and tomorrow I’ll give up fate because worrying about the future leaves no room to contemplate those wrinkles on your cheek bones that I carved with a witty tongue and miles and miles of laughter that took wind from every lung.The day I Gave up Crying.
Next week I’ll take up painting and next month I’ll write a song to fill up empty summers when the mornings get too long. But when I’m out of oil and my voice begins to crack, I’ll whisper to you slowly begging winter to come back.
Today I gave up crying but
I'm Back!
Joy
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Selavie /say-la-vee/, noun:
1. A smelly kind of cheese.
2. One who has no knowledge of French phonetics.
See also: ignorance, laziness.
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" That’s a Good one. I’m Actually Banging a Dead Bitch over here! And you got a picture to Prove it! That’s Wonderful! I mean My Cock’s Actually Kind of Stuck inside of her Freezing Cold, Bloated, Rotting, Festering, Gangrenous, Decomposing, Maggot Infest
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Selavie /say-la-vee/, noun:
1. A smelly kind of cheese.
2. One who has no knowledge of French phonetics.
See also: ignorance, laziness.
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"Life is pain, Highness. If anyone says otherwise they're trying to sell you something."
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Verus Ad Finem
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Please be my voice in this world
I can’t sing the songs that you sing
I can’t find the gorgeous words
Will you be my romeo?
My go-go romeo
I see you twist and turn you look so stupid
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That's not what she said.
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