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[ninethreads]

i have too many things to say and too few ways to say them in. i cannot articulate my thoughts as well as my desires. for this for that for all the dreams dreams dreams i tell everyone and do nothing about. come now, this is love i have fallen into, be patient with me. every night i think of him before i go to bed and obsess over his perfection and

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[flaxen]

taken from 'Wild Child':

I was going, though. I could see Jim's resignation in the sudden stoop of his shoulders. I wanted to change back into the old T-shirt and jeans. The detective told me to keep talking so he's know I wasn't skipping out the back.

'Hope is a dagger,' I said over my shoulder, trying to sound like a heroine, if you could find one, in a Raymond Chandler novel. But Jim's eyes misted. He knew it was the truest comment I had ever made about us.