| SOME of my favorite music: [link] Out, out brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow, A poor player that struts and frets His hour upon the stage- And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot- Full of sound and fury... Signifying nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From childhood's hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone — And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone — |
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sleep-talk.isn’t it curious how your fingers fit perfectly between each of my sclerous ribs, or how your breath mimics mine with belated accuracysleep-talk.
(count each breath and you’ll run out of fingers.)
don’t you remember the fairytales?
(and they both lived happily ever after, until after ran out an
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fall asleep with me tonight.If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms?fall asleep with me tonight.
I lie awake at night and watch traffic lights outside my window shout RED into the peace quiet and occasional hazy rev of traffic. I lie awake and shiver through layers and wish to silent stars it wasn’t winter, wish the nighttime cool wouldn’t paint quite so many goose bumps on my skin and make my eyelids so cold. I lie awake at night and night-dream without sleep- about you and all your eyelashes and beautiful wordings.
I like the way your collarbone lies horizon
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picture death.I couldn’t bring myself to bury her.picture death.
I couldn’t bring myself to empty the ground of dirt and of earthworms and of the spindly weed roots, and fill in the ochre gap with her body. Her coffee-cream fur held her tiny skeleton from falling out when they hit her. I try not to think of miniature beat-less hearts and mute lungs. I never saw her dead, but I can imagine.
They found her on the median strip. Breathless and still by the endless whoosh of traffic.
In my mind I see Mum’s face; I see her heart throbbing at her feet and her cradling the dog, like a precious baby to her chest. I see the l
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pretty boys break hearts.sometimes I think I’m just a mess of badly drawn lines. I’m just scrawled veins beneath paper rough skin, I wear poorly sketched scars on my thighs [skin deep red pen lines] and even my smile is lop-sided- but he never seemed to notice. my skin [spread like thick icing over my skeleton] is a monotonous pattern of pores, a stretch of the world the sun never kissed. I can’t see the beauty in multitudes of freckles and chipped fingernails- but he does.pretty boys break hearts.
‘why do you love me?’
‘you make me happy.’
I never could figure out just how. was it
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- Current Residence: St. Simons Island, GA
- Interests: theatre, literature, art, music, Model UN
- Favourite movie: Too Many!!! Harold and Maude? Willy Wonka? Sweeny Todd? Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? Rocky Horror?
- Favourite genre of music: *see facebook page* (for those too^^^
- Favourite artist: VanGogh, Waterhouse, Whistler
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe, JK Rowling, Emily Bronte
- Favourite style of art: Baroque, Impressionism, Neoclassicism, Realism, Romanticism
- Personal Quote: Being smart means having knowledge. Wisdom means understanding it. I choose wisdom.
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hi! this is courtney, a co-admin from the *hippies club.
i've noticed that you've
thank you! peace!
=goo-goo-ga-joob
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Peace and love!
-Deviant Hippies
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~call me kat~
NEW CONTEST ON MY PROFILE
WITNESS MY NEW EVERCHANGING SIG:
"so what do you think of that man with the nostril warmer? i mean hitler. never trust a man with a funny looking moustache" - Cambrigde Spies
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"Peace is love, to the one sitting next to you, to the one standing in front of you, and to those ones you cannot see." - paraphrased quote by =whenSmyledoesnttalk
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"Peace is love, to the one sitting next to you, to the one standing in front of you, and to those ones you cannot see." - paraphrased quote by =whenSmyledoesnttalk
keep up the excellent work.
lots of love,
-megan.
so just txt her
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~call me kat~
NEW CONTEST ON MY PROFILE
WITNESS MY NEW EVERCHANGING SIG:
"so what do you think of that man with the nostril warmer? i mean hitler. never trust a man with a funny looking moustache" - Cambrigde Spies
WASSUP!!!!
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~call me kat~
NEW CONTEST ON MY PROFILE
WITNESS MY NEW EVERCHANGING SIG:
"so what do you think of that man with the nostril warmer? i mean hitler. never trust a man with a funny looking moustache" - Cambrigde Spies
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Out, out brief candle.
Life is but a walking shadow-
A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot-
Full of sound and fury....
Signifying nothing.
eh nm i had 34 waiting for me
got home last night
ummm aside from the tutor @ 2 not really anything
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~call me kat~
NEW CONTEST ON MY PROFILE
WITNESS MY NEW EVERCHANGING SIG:
"so what do you think of that man with the nostril warmer? i mean hitler. never trust a man with a funny looking moustache" - Cambrigde Spies
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Out, out brief candle.
Life is but a walking shadow-
A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot-
Full of sound and fury....
Signifying nothing.
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