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Spring is in the air, it smells like joy.
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I was leaning over my desk to turn up the volume on my speaker to listen to some massive attack and clean...but then I got this overwhelming urge to cling to my desk. Maybe if I shut my eyes as tight as I can and cling to my desk and my chair and my clutter, maybe this whirlwind of change might pass me by, maybe when my muscles finally gave way to ( Read more... ) -
I met a man named infamous today who had faith...
I've not written here in a very long time...on purpose. Big, huge changes have rattled my world, and I guess I was left reeling and didn't want anyone to know how afraid I was. I am still afraid, but not in the depressive way, and I like to think that is progress ( Read more... ) -
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I am ashamed that Paul can still hurt me like he did tonight. And, of coarse my first thought was that I wish I could erase every memory that he and I had ever made...erase my love for him. Not that I'm in love with him now, obviously I am not. But, I remember, vividly, being in love with him ( Read more... ) -
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I hurt today :( I think it's because it's so cold...but despite that the day has been amazing. The grey fog this morning was magical, and for some reason I slept really well last night, perhaps it was the company ;). I've been feeling so domestic lately, I've been nesting. I'm not sure what is bringing this nesting on, but I kind of like it. ( Read more... ) -
Quitting smoking is...hard.
Seriously, I become a diffrent person when I'm nikking...very clingy and emo...I hate that ( Read more... ) -
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The first five people to respond to this post, will get some form of art, by me, about [or tailored to] them. I make no guarantees about quality or type, but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you.
The only catch: as with most memes, if you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well -
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Moon so bright, night so fine ( Read more... ) -
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The music blares so loud in the ears of the lost. They are dancing in the hot and thick air with so many bodies, so much heat. They dance together, so close together, she looks up into his hazel eyes and knows she could dance there forever. But songs end. Concerts stop. For a timem they said if they were going no where, despite the threat of ( Read more... ) -
fuck, shit, piss, motherfucker
THIS WORD HAS BEEN THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE ( Read more... )