"We're laying on a sunflower pillow
Saturday, May 23, 2009
She giggled.
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Friday, May 22, 2009
For W
I would never want to lose you.
I could never stand to lose you.
I won't fail.............
I couldn't take it if it was.
I can't fail.
I'm too afraid of what would happen next.
"I don't wanna play around with words, I just wanna lay with you."
~V
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
[On cloudy nights]
I wish on those glow-in-the-dark stars.
Wondering if deep down, they could summon up a little plastic magic.
For me.
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
As well as others.
The kind of girl to dance around "I miss you's," thinking they signaled a tragic end.
Just tiptoeing around the barriers of awkward conversation.
Sometimes I wonder where she's seemed to have gone.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
He loves her thoughts.
I always sort of pitied prince charming...
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Something is not right with me.
I can believe I am amazing all I want.
I'll think in clouds and ribbons and lines.
My head will be a show.
Filled with feathers, acrobats, fire.
I'll always paint with glass.
The gorgeous translucent conducted to art.
But
the paintings
are as
breakable
as my
very thoughts.
folding
themselves
into
triangles.
how do i
doi
diiioo
believe
now?
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Quit the foreplay.
We can make like it's not what you're here for.
We can play like this is just down the road from small talk.
But believe me, it's not going to make anything easier once we've begun.
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
For she, our botoxed beauty queen.
too much drugs...
and
it
was
the best thing
i ever
saw."
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Monday, May 4, 2009
A Revelation
I was scared to be taken seriously because I had no idea if I was about to say something mindfuckingly brainless.
You never fooled me. I always knew it was my fault.
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
I never suspected
That imitation blueberries would be so tasteless, textureless. And aromatic.
I am lead to believe I was jipped by the alluring scent of large purple funfetti.
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