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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
thank you, ma soeur.
for an amazing night...
and let's hope, these secrets,
stay with us always.
Posted at 2:34:20 pm by dinoxjo
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Posted at 2:12:20 pm by dinoxjo
Cheese Puff, Farmer, Mexican, Bear.
Posted at 12:19:01 am by dinoxjo
Monday, June 23, 2008
a friend, more of a friend then all of them. not a single judgement, not a single look, not a single pry. just open ears. no advice in site, no trying and pushing or scheming.
just a friend.
thank you, cheese puff, thank you. (L)
Posted at 1:04:49 am by dinoxjo
Sunday, June 22, 2008
well do ya do ya do ya wannnnna?
Did you miss mee?
Of course.
I've given up on forming words.
Given up, given up, given up.
Posted at 11:54:07 pm by dinoxjo
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You don't get it, do you? she said, staring him deep in the eyes, seeing so much more than the color of his pupils. He shrugged as though it were nothing and walked off. Hot warm tears streamed down her cheeks, and there was nothing she could do about it. She turned and left her mark in the wall, but all the punches and all the cuts could not diminish the pain dripping, dripping, dripping into her. He didn't look back, he didn't flinch. It meant nothing, nothing, nothing. She meant nothing. She walked home, slowly... Letting the rain come down on her, washing away her tears, allowing her to blend in with the world. The yelps escaped from the bottom of her lungs, and she had no control. Everything she had done, everything she had said and done, gone. Out the window, and there she was, left hanging in the rain. The date was approaching, a day to celebrate... and this time, there was no holding back. This time, was her time. If it was all nothing, then why should she care? Why should she understand, if he couldn't? Why should she try. She let her hair down, her fingers shake and the music pound through her. She let him rest his arms on her hips, his chest on hers and his lips on her neck. The faucet closed, and the dripping stopped and her eyes; they ignited. Passion, at the very spot his lips lifted from, it was like he had burned her. Through and through. The room spun and she stood near, close. If he didn't care, why should she? If he cared this much, why would she stop? If things were falling into place, why would she fight them so hard? Why would she battle with destiny?
Posted at 2:34:41 am by dinoxjo
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“The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”
- Audrey Hepburn
“We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.”
- Albert Einstein
“Just because you get distracted by the silver lining, doesn't mean there's not still a huge dark cloud behind it.”
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