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[Thursday
October 29th, 2009
11:35pm] |
so can i lie in your grave at the edge of the end of the world
where i will sit with my love in this fluorescent swirl
eat us up break it down to the tiniest cell
in our room with a view and a window to hell
with those who bury bodies in their barrels of fun
we'll march through museums that display what they've done
we'll be shot up through the sky by a cannon of sin
we'll reluctantly let them in
so can i lie in your grave?
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[Tuesday
September 29th, 2009
10:31pm] |
i wish i could get a tattoo of this
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[Friday
September 25th, 2009
1:18am] |
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if people were shapes, i'd be a rectangle.
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[Sunday
July 26th, 2009
11:10am] |
run far away so i can breathe
even though you're far from suffocating me
i can't set my hopes too high
cause every "hello" ends with a "goodbye"
but you're so hypnotizing
you've got me laughing while i sing
you've got me smiling in my sleep
and i can see this unraveling
you're love is where i'm falling
but please don't catch me
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[Friday
June 19th, 2009
1:58am] |
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[Monday
June 8th, 2009
10:47am] |
"Haven't you ever wondered why he hasn't snogged you?"
"Because I'm ugly. And fat. With an Afro."
"No, fuckface, because you're all he's got. He needs you. You two have history. You really know him. Look how confused he is. One day he's Allah this, Allah that. Next minute it's big busty blondes, Russian gymnasts, and a smoke of sinsemilla. He doesn't know his arse from his elbow. Just like his father. He doesn't know who he is. But you know him, at least a little, you've known all the sides of him. And he needs that. You're different."
Irie rolled her eyes. Sometimes you want to be different. And sometimes you'd give the hair on your head to be the same as everybody else.
"Look: you're a smart cookie, Irie. But you've been taught all kinds of shit. You've got to reeducate yourself. Realize your value, stop the slavish devotion, and get a life, Irie. Get a girl, get a guy, but get a life."
"You're a very sexy girl, Irie," said Maxine sweetly.
"Yeah. Right."
"Trust her, she's a raving dyke," said Neena, ruffling Maxine's hair affectionately and giving her a kiss. "But the truth is the Barbra Streisand cut you've got there ain't doing shit for you. The Afro was cool, man. It was wicked. It was yours."
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[Thursday
May 14th, 2009
11:48am] |
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i'm glad we're on the same page. now i only wish that you'd realize it, too.
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[Wednesday
May 6th, 2009
12:44pm] |
it's little things like Czar Nicholas II that make me miss you.
little things, that worry me about our future.
little things that turn into bigger things;
bigger things i fear i won't be able to control.
but for now i'll hold on to the little things.
because it's all about the little things,
i know.
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[Thursday
April 16th, 2009
10:36pm] |
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"im gonna try for the hottest guy at the bar and if i dont get him ill go get taco bell. i cant deal with these hairy guids anymore"
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[Tuesday
April 14th, 2009
10:01pm] |
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
I need you
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[Sunday
March 29th, 2009
11:49pm] |
pretty.odd.
7&8.
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[Wednesday
March 11th, 2009
12:34am] |
soul mate:
noun
someone for whom you have a deep affinity
jennaa141: not waiting on line at the airport is a goodie
gabreeyell: you also get to cut lines at disney
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[Monday
October 20th, 2008
7:01pm] |
My grandpa was the only man I honestly believed when he told me I looked beautiful. You could spend one minute with him and he'd make you feel like a million bucks. Men as genuine as him don't exist anymore.
Goodbye. I love you.
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[Sunday
September 28th, 2008
8:03pm] |
i'm not quite sure of anything anymore
send
me
some
kind
of
sign
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[Thursday
July 31st, 2008
4:04pm] |
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i have the most indecisive heart.
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[Saturday
May 17th, 2008
12:43pm] |
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i'm ready to be good again.
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[Saturday
January 5th, 2008
11:02pm] |
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[Tuesday
July 3rd, 2007
1:39am] |
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I told Mrs. Snyder that when I was grown up, I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Mrs. Snyder said that I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone, and that if I did, we'd be together forever. Even now, I believe that for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending...most of the time. And that sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions... fate wins anyway.
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[Tuesday
June 5th, 2007
5:43pm] |
"...and for the first time in my life, I understand the end of that poem.
And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.
Love always,
Charlie"
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