discombobulated falls short of describing the state my head is in. life is a shitty mess right now and you would think that the cognizance of the shittier mess the people surrounding me are in would make me feel less lonely or fucked up. but, because there is always a but in everything we say or do, in turn, i feel exponentially more fucked up ( Read more... )

Locked, sometimes.

we were just waiting to happen.
we didn't even try; it never crossed our simple minds. we were like two labrats, placed at the farthest ends of a mazed cage, in the dark, just waiting to be discovered by each other.
of course, that was not how it all went down, at all; we both know it all too well.
it was just waiting to happen.
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He hates the music I listen to and I have never heard of his favourite bands ( Read more... )

I've lost my bearings. I pretty much live in my head now; and it's getting a little cluttered. I'm holding up well, keeping it cool, paddling in first gear. I've grown up a considerable amount and I haven't spent enough time at home. Survival comes in the form of a ten-dollar note accompanied by a couple more coins and I learned that getting ( Read more... )

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I am the best friend you lost ( Read more... )

tes lèvres sont jolies.

i wish someone would sing me this song.

Je pense que j'suis heureuse.


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Tu es beau.
Tu es très beau.
Je veux t'aimer.
Oui, je voudrais t'aimer.