green t-shirts from t-ball days with acryllic paint stains and fuzzy lucky number sevens on the back make the sexiest pajamas on crisp summer evenings. long bare carefully shaven legs are delicate treats when you tangle them in silk sheets
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i know what you mean. except i already have a boy to call my own, just not the right one it seems. i don't know. i never know anyways. but yes, you're right. everything is more poetic and deep that way. *sigh* if only it didn't hurt so much.
&you know what's funny? today i was reading :the art of creative writing. we just might be reading the same (authored)-books.
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I think that's sort of the point.
There's something that makes pain deeper than happiness, just by virtue of being unpleasant. I could probably write an epic essay on this topic, but it's too late to wax philosophical.
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i like the way you think.
mind being friends?
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And thanks! My first instinct would be a resounding "I don't have time to read any more LJs," but after looking over your journal, I can't help wanting to read everything you write. So I've added you.
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ooh, and i tan by laying on the roof, too. :)
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the only bad thing is that you're in a better view of the neighbors.
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