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“NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game. Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love.
#acorns If you were here What would we do Stay with the old.
It was just your hand, Lacerated by hatred, Envy, jealousy, A concealed weapon, But it could have been Your heart, Your life taken in a moment, And how would I have Carried on without you.
love is a crazy thing. its lethal poison controls all. the brain can't function;. the heart takes over. butterflies churn in the stomach. thoughts are clouded. the eyes see deeper down.
I saw an ugly couple Walking down the street I know you shouldn't judge Beauty is only skin deep They looked so very happy Utterly in love Clinging to each other, two Misshaped peas in a pod I know...
They tell me to wait for a guy that pursues me. A guy that will make an ordinary moment seem magical. The kind of guy that brings out the best in me and makes me want to be a better person.
Ok everyone it's back to me, try this one x. We can play it safe, or play it cool,. follow the leader, or make up all the rules,. whatever you want, the choice is yours,. So choose,.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick... The clock would never stop, not until it saw the room in chaos.
By Gemma Doyle You never can tell if parents notice or are listening Kid: I'm going to become a terrorist and blow up stuff. Parents: mmmhmm Kid: When I grow up I'll cause pain to all.
Why pretend you love someone just to get a broken heart. Love is about commitment, happiness, compassion, not jealousy, selfishness and hate.
Trouble is as trouble does. Trouble is I have trouble enough. Trouble doubled when dealing in love. Is troubling when doubled because. A trouble doubled is a trouble too much.
Ghosts in the way you walk. Ghosts in the way you talk. Ghosts in the way you breathe. Ghosts in the way you need, me. Ghosts in the way you dress. Ghosts in the way you confess, your love.
A moment here. A moment there. A minute of happiness and godly bliss. A minute of sadness and harmful tears. A day today. A day yesterday. A sun. A moon.
What is with all this marriage stuff. Being tied to someone for the rest of your life, sounds terrifying. Why would you want to give up your freedom like that.
Words, words, They have no meaning, Falling from your lips; laying bare the truth, the truth. Where is it... Without feeling.
Sex is exhausting. Literally and figuratively. I am so tired of seeing stuff about it. We live in a society where it is so openly discussed. You walk into the quads and there are condoms on the wall.
Cynicism borne from offering my love only to be degraded, No fireworks nor singing birds, a happy soul, yet jaded.
Second chances. Second glances. Second dates. More than mates. Second glances. Second chances. A new me. A new you. Second chances. Second glances. Another chance. Another glance. Another moment.
Warning: Swear words within. Hey ho...
Same old me. Same old you. Same old things. That we've been through. Same old houses. Walking down the street. Same old faces. Of the people you meet. Same old smiles. Upon your face. Same old frowns.
So. Exam week is over. Yay. Things are better with le boyfriend. She's going to reach out and I'm so proud of her.
*long nonsensical post + swearing. "Where ignorance is bliss, tis folly to be wise". (From the poem by Thomas Gray 1742).
Do we care, do we dare to be brave enough to share our inner thoughts our secret ways our little idiosyncrasies of all our days.
“You should date a girl who reads. Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books.