late nights
bitter mornings
we feel fragile.
waiting
wanting
lusting
whispers
the mistakes we made
melt away.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. - Eugene O'Neill
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- oblivion.
- twists&turns.
- my dad makes me laugh.
- Fleur.
- what i've learned.
- little brothers.
- Letting go.
- best thing i've seen all day.
- you still make me nervous.
- spring.
- definitely (maybe) i should wait.
- be my best friend again.
- sip.
- link.
- XXII.
- who i am.
- youyouyou.
- lately.
- Friends.
- honesty.
- kindness.
- thank you.
- above and beyond.
- you've made your point. i just hope your point...
- You soothe me.
- A Mohawk warrior, Waneek.
- can'tstopwon'tstop.
- memories.
- don't let me go.
- signs.
- legs.
- It's true, I need to be more like that.
- when you stop searching, it'll find you.
- happy photos
- i need to stop feeling sorry for myself. there is...
- I don't blame myself. I did my best.
- moving on.
- fuzz.
- vocab.
- the healing.
- make up your mind.
- atmosphere.
- (if only they knew what i've done)
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