

Half-lovers "Shhh! SHHH, Mark, shutup!"Half-lovers
The two teenagers tittered helplessly as they continued their playful tussling, shutting the hotel door behind them amidst their antics. At the sound of the lock clicking in, Amy closed her eyes, emitting a low, husky growl as she none-too-gently jerked the none-too-unwilling Mark closer by the collar of his shirt. Grinning, he inclined his head closer, slanting his lips over hers as his hands casually slipped under the turquoise blouse she had gotten from her aunt last Christmas. Auntie May sure did know how to


A Lover's ClearingNow take this hand, my dear Two more steps until the clear A wide, peaceful space where no one can hear A scream.A Lover's Clearing
Did I say a scream? I meant a sigh, The gasps of two loves flying so high In each other's hold, promising a love for which to die And murder for.
But banish these dark thoughts from my mind! In this sunny outing, memories of their kind Are unwelcome here. I prefer ideas that bind Delicate hands and feet.
You turn your head, I wonder when You will realize it was this selfsame glen Where you gave your passion to me, before I di


The PredictionChiapas, Mexico. 11:45 P.M., December 23rd, 2012.The Prediction
Two weary psychiatrists trudged down the hallways towards yet another patient. The figure on the left was a sturdily built Hispanic woman around thirty-seven years of age with bobbed peroxide blonde hair and thick-rimmed glasses, Doctor Leydi Velásquez. On the right was a considerably shorter young Caucasian man in his early twenties, with frameless glasses and dark red locks all in disarray, med student Edward Jackson. "I am so fed up with this night shift bullshit." The blonde muttered as she turned the corner. "Absolute bullshit."


EntombedShe did not want to believe it. It is a lie, Marjorie thought numbly. Another lie, created to trap me in yet another gilded cage. Or worse, a tomb. Yet, even as she as struggled to disbelieve it, she felt the hopelessness of the situation crash down on her when Johnathan placed the ndoro* she had gotten him last Christmas as evidence in front of her. And she knew she was only struggling to keep her heart from betraying her, and giving into the knowledge her mind had already accepted. Cyrus is dead. She had gotten herself to say the words, if only in her mind. Too steeped in her own thoughts, she took little noteEntombed
snape sigh

UprisingI remember you. You were there. That day I met my school. Watching me Let me see that though life leads Me up these stairs To people with their seprate cares Hidden snares and siren blares, You'll always be Watching me Warm my face and set me free.Uprising
Though things have changed And life goes on I've rearranged and done great wrong You're still shedding hope for me If I'll just wake up and see.
Forget my job Forget my aches Forget my duty Forget mistakes. And stand Right here. With nothing e
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That's the thing about existentialism. The more you think about it, the less real it seems.
tis jackie
dolly gave me your link
yay !
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All I really wanna do, is baby be friends with you.
~ Jacqueline Julia ~
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invader blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants!!!! the pants command me! do not ignore my veins!!!
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“A good artist borrows, a great artist steals.” - Pablo Picasso
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Yeah... you just made my day.
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That's the thing about existentialism. The more you think about it, the less real it seems.
Imma watch u
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Laugh! and the whole world will laugh.. at you
Insanity is a matter of perspective!
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That's the thing about existentialism. The more you think about it, the less real it seems.
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