Leck miHmm...I shall continue to procrastinate until then.
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A date with Miss MichiganA windy day in a lonely city. I walk on the concrete payment, the heels of my shoes tapping against the ground. Cars roar and honk as they pass-strangers walked around me. They are a blur to me as I am to them. The dark pastel colours of house and human morph into a clusterfuck of dull gray and coffee stains before my eyes. I am human. I exist. In a body that I will never escape. I walk the streets and feel myself dissolving into thin air. Horror and melancholy escape my lips but they barely notice. Can't they see? Can't they tell that I am fading away?A date with Miss Michigan
I don't need a friend. No lover, of that I can pretend. I'm too busy chasing
by ~omgitsgioia
PureAnd here we are. We lie on the floor in this circular room. Face-to-face, eye-to-eye, heart-to-heart. I can see you and I can feel you. I can read your soul…as if it's a book that you opened up just for me to read. I holding you so very tightly. I will never let go. In this moment, in the here and now, our bodies have fused together into a fold of security and vulnerability. Your breathe against my cheek. We lie there like spirits, entwined into one. No one remembers me. No one remembers you. I don't care because I will never forget you.Pure
The earth is damp and cold. We seep into the soil of impeccable toil but we have each ot
by ~omgitsgioia
Here and there and nowIt's heat darling. Scorching heat. You left your bra lying on the dusty ground in front of your trailer. I took it with me when I left. It was pink with faded blue polka dots on it. The sun's rays had aged it considerably. It was covered in a layer of filthy dust and grime. It was yours. Now it's mine.Here and there and now
The clouds are spitting against the window again. Four years. I keep it in the bottom drawer. It's next to my photos of Nicaragua. You forgot it ever existed. You bought a new one. Is it pink again? I like pink. You like it to…I think. It's too long. We should meet again.
Sweetheart, I think I love you.
by ~omgitsgioia
It's usIt's not your fault, it's just that...It's us
The beats of the ticking from the clock on the mantle reminds how many times I've said yes to you and yes again about everything you ever wanted when I yearned to say no. The rain drops drumming on the roof over our heads reminds me how many times I sat in that polyester red chair over there in the corner and cried raindrops of my own in a scraggly old piece of tissue that now lies on the floor covered in dust. Beings of our owns, fragile little creatures. Hearts shaped from glass; does it mean a thing to you? Every picture I ever painted I based every brushstroke off the colour of your eyes becau
by ~omgitsgioia
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We'll ride on like da cavalry, man.
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don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her
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Stupid sexy Batman.
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Stupid sexy Batman.
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don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let
her
crash
and
burn
she'll learn
the attention just encourages her
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
It's Sidney.
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Stupid sexy Batman.
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♥ Just your average techie ♥
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I believe.
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