History always repeats itself.
It's pretty much the one thing you can always count on.

That crabs are the only STD that can cause social embarassment?!


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when I move to Miami ( Read more... )

does anybody have cake on cake?
i can't find any links =[

Murh =/

I want to begin anew.
where nobody knows me.
In a big giant city
with thousands of people
and thousands of possibilities
I have to go there and grow up.
and get life lessons
and make it my home.

I got my first number in a black book.

But I don't want a black book.
I want a speed-dial set for two.

I'm so very young.

i came home at 4
exhausted
its now past 6 8 e.e
and i cant fucking sleep
and my mousepad on my laptop needs to be rubbed REALLY HARD to barely do anything (holy shit explain this please)
fuck my life

T_T

If you keep trying to fill
empty holes with sand,
flowers will never grow.

Water me.
I am not the desert plant.
There was life before you.

What's the use of holding out
a work sore hand to catch some rain?
It turns up empty - all is dry,
and all you ever wanted was some rain...

P.S. This is obviously also a lyrical poem. Although the first "stanza" was ( Read more... )

since jill tells me everything can be a poem
im going to declare this journal RIGHT NOW
to be ENTIRELY in

FREE VERSE

[see right there,
"meaningful" line breaks,
no rhythm,
or meter]

but i mean
lets be honest
not EVERYTHING
can be a good poem
tru fakt.

One day I want to find a cottage in the mountains with wildflowers everywhere and take the girl I'm in love with and live happily ever after..