An Incite Into My Mind
My mind is like a television studio. The things I'm thinking right now, they are the shows 'On Air'.
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My mind is like a television studio. The things I'm thinking right now, they are the shows 'On Air'.
I left it in the china shop. You know the one on fifth street. I left it there and when I went back, it wasn't there.
How boring could this get , alone at home doing absolute nothing , busted my right shoulder , bf is just tooo damn busy . Sigh.
I know I can't live anyway I would always dream of . I can't be a model : as they mostly pick the Chinese girls & plus they've 'perfect' skin & a slim bodies .
Home sweet home. Good night, peace out, bye,etc.!. -Calico XOXO From Home.
He is a alcoholic. He works on oil platforms for two weeks, home three weeks. When he's there he can't drink, but when he gets home it's all he does.
Today he thought he was moving on, Perhaps the end of an old love song. The fact remains that when he catches her gaze, He falls again, the old love haze..
I must tell myself constantly that I am a peaceful being and nothing -- no person , place , circumstance or decision -- can disturb my balance. I choose to be happy from the inside..
One of the most delightful feeling one may experience is the relieve to know the person who you thought was, turns out to be different. In a good way of course :).
It's very late,I know Opussers, but it was a CRAZY long vacation recently. First off, today we got on the "Maid of Mist" and went under the Horseshoe and American Falls. It was WET and EPIC!.
As last time I said nothing is there to keep this engine running ?. It is true, I love my boyfriend, but the real intimacy is gone. We started out as friends with benefits but that was great.
Thought I was taking a step forward, when I've ended up taking 10 steps back....
Do you ever find yourself staring emptily at a cigarette as it burns itself down. In an almost possessed like trance as your eyes glaze over and the lit end becomes an almost magic glow of light.
Your wings have been clipped but they still reach so far, into the lives you left behind. Your hands are cold now, but they still guide our way.
I'm sorry about everything, okay. I'm sorry that I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry that I'm so complicated at times, I'm sorry that I'm not good enough, I'm sorry that I'm not special to you anymore..
You know that feeling when your whole world just seemingly... stops.
In the words of Pink Floyd.... Ooooooooh I need a dirty wowan Ooooooooh I need dirty girl.
Your arrival was confirmed just before Christmas, not quite the present I was hoping for. Get well platitudes sent by snail and ether. Much easier than facing the girl with cancer.
Here i am again akward moments when someone thrusts alcohol into my hands and i just say Fuck off....
Carpe fucking Diem. You seize the fuck out of that day. Don't fuck it up, cause there's only a day to seize..
...something we always knew was ours. Lost, but living. Loving, yet hopeless. Knowing it hurts to wake up, and wondering why you bother to move aimlessly about your day.
Now you give me the silent treatment. I iron your shirt and climb back into bed. You fuss around with the hair on your head I am close to tears Am I to endure this for years.
I feel as though I could be an entirely different person. The only trouble is I don't know who that person is or how to get there..
Recovering from a rather rough weekend, tension & emotions ran high 2 say the least. Which even tho common, is still oddly disturbing.