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"List five songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now.

Post these instructions, the artist, and the song in your blog along with your five songs. Then tag five other people to see what they're ( Read more... )

So I'm back to the sleeplessness brought on by pills and too much shadow in my eyes and o god my heart feels like it's going to implode. I have to believe that decay is only in the mind. Not literally. You're not going to saw my skull open and jump back from the stench of rot. Somethings happening and I blame summer.

I mean I blame myself.

The Tree ( Read more... )

I got in and had to pee really bad, right?  So I sneak in to the bathroom and go do my thing, come back to put up an away message before I go wash my face for bed. I get back in there five minutes later and THE WATER IS STILL RUNNING, DOING THAT GURGLING THING. AHSKAS. I freak -- it's like, 12 AM!  So I take off the lid and hold that ball thing. In ( Read more... )

How do you keep a blonde busy?

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I AM SOO HUNGRRYYYY

AND I NEED TO GO RUNNINGGGG.

I should go run to Chance's house and see wtf he works so much. Tell him to take me out somewhere. "GO BUY ME A MOVIE TICKET AND LET'S GO SEE THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS." ( which is a good movie ) AND TELL HIM LET'S GO EAT AT CHILI'S ( Read more... )

    Sometimes, when I can't get to sleep, I talk to the stuffed animal that I doused in Curve and has a lazy eye. The one with the green scarf.

Sometime he talks back,

if I'm quiet.

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we sat in the rain for hours.

OPEN UP YOUR PLAYLIST AND HIT SHUFFLE; LIST THE FIRST TEN SONG NAMES.

... OH, AND ADD IN MY PANTS AFTER EVERY ONE.

♥

Duelling Pianos In My Pants, Sondheim & ALW Parody.

Colors In My Pants, Utada Hikaru.

It's Only Love In My Pants, Heather Nova

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via__crucis NEW LAYOUT.

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  I give you back your heart. 
  I give you permission --

for the fuse inside her, throbbing 
  angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her 
  and the burying of her wound -- 
  for the burying of her small red wound alive --

for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, 
  for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse, 
  for the mother's knee, ( Read more... )