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you can't turn off glowstickswhen i think you are asleep, i whisper, brian's heart beats so much steadier than yours. but it is so quiet that even i can't hear myself say it, can't feel my lips moving to form words i probably don't want to hear. but i can feel your heart beating, fluttering like a caged bird as i am pressed against your chest. it beats just like it used to.you can't turn off glowsticks
i just want to make someone happy, i said, and you said nothing.
my head still fits perfectly in your shoulder, and our half-a-dozen tri-colored-glowsticks are reflected in the inside of the bus. you can't turn off glowsticks and there are things that i cannot change.
by ~Watch-the-Fireworks
masochistic. unconventional.you run your fingers up and down my back while i attempt to put words together like puzzle pieces. does it feel just like before to you? or can you feel every cell in my bodymasochistic. unconventional.
tense up in suspicion? i don't look back because i feel i shouldn't encourage this, but i'm always a little heartbroken when you leave. i think you're always a little heartbroken when i leave. i think maybe you expected me to stay, i think maybe you expected me to cling to our unconventional sort of love.
i think that maybe you thought that i'd always need fights and stupid arguments and tear
by ~Watch-the-Fireworks
100,000,000.i am telling him the same things i told you and you know it and i am writing the same story over and over again and maybe i am: the same story over and over and over again, i am: a hundred million equilateral triangles stitched together of: the same feelings, the same promises, the same words and the same regrets.100,000,000.
different boy, same unsatisfying ending. is it just around the corner?
i am telling you that i am giving in. because i want to. but i realize that there is really no way to give in gracefully. no way to compromise with poise, especially in your eyes. i am: falling and it's hard to say when i'll stop. will i
by ~Watch-the-Fireworks
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2669-BIn the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.2669-B
If she counts slowly.
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by ~Dibujando
all the songs we used to sing,
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- Current Residence: cheeseland
- Interests: reading, writing, painting, drawing.
- Favourite movie: blazing saddles
- Favourite band or musician: jimmy eat world
- Favourite genre of music: alt. rock, pop/punk
- Operating System: windows vista. :|
- MP3 player of choice: ipood. :]
- Skin of choice: my own.
- Personal Quote: "flaky and fruity. great in pies. not in men."
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