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[judas__iscariot]

you have to forgive me for possible typos. these damn acrylic nails, nails i'm so unused to. long superfluous glamour, and that i adore, but i despise the impracticality, being unable to pick things up, the fact that it took an hour to get them done. the overtly feminine and helpless quality about them. but they are the best thing i could have

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[myabortedfetus]

in the answers to the questions we only find more questions.

I know what you mean about the youth thing. I think maturity seeks up so slowly that one we as people are left looking around, finally able to see that our carefree youth is indeed, ending. That would explain why people kept telling us "these are the happiesst years of your life" in highschool. Having a strong sense of self, sexuality, drugs, freedom, yet it still all being new and pure. The shades of jaded and bitter having yet to truely set in and wrap themselves up in my our hearts so tightly.

You'll always be the carefree girl I knew so man days ago in my minds eye. It seems that rip tyde has taken us and, sad as it is, i doubt our paths will cross again, but maybe thats better, because our youth will live in one anothers minds eye.

[boymaenad]

weird that I'm not the only super-late commenter.

I also understand what you mean about comfort vs inspiration; you're in the old companionate vs passionate love pickle. mmmm, love pickle. they're both extremely valuable, but you can't usually find a relationship that does both equally well.

and it's spring, the time for passion. keep this in mind. the influence of the seasons is insidious.

I keep feeling self-conscious about the adrenaline high I was on, when I saw you last. did I ever send you the pictures? I hope you weren't too shell-shocked; I woke up the next morning with a sugar-rush hangover and felt unsure. though it was totally fun.

[judas__iscariot]

No, you never sent me those pictures! I wasn't shell-shocked, and don't feel self-conscious. It was fun. :)