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oh yeah, i just realized that i'm still the only person that posts here.

seriously?

sometimes i sit at the edge of my bed and i imagine his body falling softly against mine and his big warm arms wrapping themselves around me like they always used to ( Read more... )

sometimes you bent you fingers back
to see how far they could stretch, you know. when you were a kid.
sometimes you got paint in your hair and walked around with it all day.
sometimes you didn't leave your room, you pretended it was like a fort.

times can only change so much.

My spaceman, my spaceman ( Read more... )

oh the things I wish I could blame you for.
it never feels the same, anymore.

it's not beauty
it's just really great lighting.

Ok seriously, can I not be the only person posting here, I feel creepy.

That awful feeling of longing
That terrible nostalgia for positively nothing at all.

Feelings; Right now they're like dingy clays
Watered down and pushed together
Muddled, made ugly and confusing
Where one ends and another begins,

Well that's a story.

(PS, I miss other people posting here.)