I owe you all so much stuff; I promise I'll catch up on it this vacation.


Confession III adore the feeling Of a heart that's breaking But not quite broken. A heart that's torn by accident With the hope of being put back together Again. I love the feeling Of wanting to cry And wanting to laugh At the same time.Confession II
I enjoy the feeling Of caring just a little too much About things that are impermanent, Even though they will not always be with me. I like to pretend That they'll last forever, That it's possible, Even though the outcome Might break one of our hearts permanently.
I don't care for Petty rom


SecretI've always told them That he's the only one for me.Secret
And, in a sense, it's true. I do love him.
It's just that there's also A certain someone else And when they call me that name And when they smile at me And when I hear them laugh I just Melt.
(Please, forgive me. I really hope they don't mind...)


Lather, Rinse, RepeatHer best friend's words echoed in her head she slipped her shirt off and threw it into the pile of dirty laundry in her closet.Lather, Rinse, Repeat
"You'll just love anyone who loves you, won't you?"
And it was true. She just shrugged it off.
"I hope you're happy, then," the friend said, running off in tears.
It wasn't as though she could help herself, though. These things just happened. And she knew in a few weeks that this would all be over. She might see him in the mall, and they could pretend they didn't know each other, and they could wear their usual happy smiles and one would do a


ResurgamThunderheads soared across an angry navy blue sky, mocking the people below, threatening to pour copious amounts of rain in the very near future. A single man stood outside in this horrid weather, fighting the wind to keep his cigarette lit. That trauma surgeon who worked on the second floor had always teased him about his being an expert on cardiopulmonary diseases and various cancers and still smoking every day. She was inside, though, sitting at her desk, and therefore couldn't make any more smartass cracks. Besides, he needed this time to think by himself.Resurgam
A dull peal of thunder broke in the distance, and the winds picked up,
"I hope that one day that collar chokes you. Otherwise, it's just boring." |
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*ahem*
That said,
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98% of all Deviants are bad at math. If you are one of the 9% that's good at it, copy and paste this into your signature.
"Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways."
BROTHER AND SISTER IS NASTY.
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If you talk to God, you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic.
He's [Tama-chan] a pheromone machine and his count of women he's played is higher than the number of capillary vessels in his body. - Hikaru & Kaoru
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98% of all Deviants are bad at math. If you are one of the 9% that's good at it, copy and paste this into your signature.
"Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways."
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If you talk to God, you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic.
He's [Tama-chan] a pheromone machine and his count of women he's played is higher than the number of capillary vessels in his body. - Hikaru & Kaoru
She can't read because of a particular person, I'm pretty sure you know who I'm referring to. Also, Peter wasn't in this chapter... I'm so sad ;_; I want to give Elliot a hug.. And Julius's job is EPIC.
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If you talk to God, you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic.
He's [Tama-chan] a pheromone machine and his count of women he's played is higher than the number of capillary vessels in his body. - Hikaru & Kaoru
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