It Wasn't Stolen I sat at the edge of his bare bed. My naked, cold body wrapped in his teal cotton sheet. It was dark but the moon shone pallid beams of light through his open window. He was asleep lying on his side. The moonlight bounced off his nude, caramel, sculpted form. I saw what had become of our study-in. I felt it too, tonight. I was in awe of his moulded contours. That aside, I felt nothing else for him. No love, no infatuation. Nothing.It Wasn't Stolen
We were but friends, partners in crime but, we drew a line and knew well not to cross it. Yet, he had
3peter rabbitI remember them well.peter rabbit
My tea tasted warm in its cup (I usually use a mug, but that day, less was more). I had no headache, no heartbreak, no affliction of any kind, yet I was the other kind of deceased, with whom nonchalance had played a nasty game. I didn't like the world around me, because the world returned that favor.
In the dark outside, silence filled every crevice of suburbia. It lurked in the bins, in the crack-painted white fences, even within the dull-green trees, whose faint silhouettes were long and lithe limbed against the indigo and beyond. And within this stoic hush-hush I felt knives.
In
fashion cat 2BoyfriendBoyfriend Inside of my bedroom, all covered in blood, I shot my poor boyfriend with a 44 stud. I went to his funeral, I went to his grave. Some people threw flowers, so I threw a grenade. He got up and chased me; I thought he was dead, so you know what I did? I took my bazooka and blew off his head.Boyfriend
| I wish I could put in words what I'm thinking right about now. But I'm so afraid you'll love me a little less. |
you´re welcome.
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cause we're nothin more than fools and whores and sad hearts. through the summer sand we're livin in a wasteland. a wasteland all night long.
woah woah. you and naiza are "watching" me?
that isn't creepy at all
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cause we're nothin more than fools and whores and sad hearts. through the summer sand we're livin in a wasteland. a wasteland all night long.
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The cake. It's a lie.
The Dib! The Dib! I don't care how delicious he is, he's evil! *Z-A-D-R
~Seme-Zim-Club~Seme-Dib-Club
Don't panic~! I've got my towel
Yes! Hades rules!
~silver-pilot~
i thought it was really cute =]
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Have you ever stopped staring at the wall, only to realize, they were staring back all along..?
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The cake. It's a lie.
The Dib! The Dib! I don't care how delicious he is, he's evil! *Z-A-D-R
~Seme-Zim-Club~Seme-Dib-Club
Don't panic~! I've got my towel
Yes! Hades rules!
~silver-pilot~
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
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