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There Are Places For PeopleTell me that gods are removed from the world and I’ll believe you, because there’s nothing more real and less removed (but more uncaring, hello Mr. Watchmaker) from a creation than a creatorThere Are Places For People
Tell me that creation is a crime and then open your eyes and let me /show/ you, let me lift the veil from your face and your lips, let me show you show yourself to the world, or just show yourself to you, because freedom is in hiding, but there is a greater freedom in being yourself, as great as you can.
Dance naked with me in the garden of Eden, and climb the apple tree with me, and together we’ll glut ourselves,
by ~Flamintwilight
Two Lovers and the Sea-- remixthough they are green, I would carry the ocean in my eyesTwo Lovers and the Sea-- remix
I can see the wistful longing in your face. Your eyes wander to far-off shores, your lips go soft and relaxed beneath mine as you try and taste the salt air. You miss her.
If I could carry the wind in my teeth, the ocean in my hair, and the sand in my toes, I would drag it home to you.
I would leave it rustling, shivering at the foot of your bed. And we would poke our fingers in the sand, fishing for crabs; sit in the waves and wash up and down, grit rubbing our skin raw, ocean stinging unforgivingly against any cu
by ~Flamintwilight
Everything or Nothing?Reach out and touch your fingers to the glass. do you see?Everything or Nothing?
Look at the bars, the finger-smears and the tearstains, the shining reflection and the mirror image of yourself— look beyond that.
Look at the sky, at the trees, at the beautiful, stunning, destroying-the-sunset skyline— then blink and look beyond.
Look at the people, watch them with patient eyes, follow their trends, their paces, their affections, their affectations— look through that.
Look at the emotions that paint the sky blue, the science that explains how, the logic that dictates to societ
by ~Flamintwilight
This is How We FlirtThree—there are three of them, and three of us. Six glances assess—Six eyes on us, Six eyes on their truck. Three mouths that giggle. Three show-off high school boys. Six sparks—of danger, of lust, of boldness, of heat, of desire, of yearning. Twelve separate glimpses housing laughter and something darker.This is How We Flirt
“Get into the truck,” she says, and we follow, high on the heat-lighting sparks dancing through our veins the same way they dance above. They
by ~Flamintwilight
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- Favourite poet or writer: Lewis Grizzard, Robert Jordan, Vande Velde, McKinley
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: crappy little cheap thing
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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
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"Heavy is the head that weareth the awesome."
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FUCK
fuck
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dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
poems that take a thousand years to die;
but ape the immortality of this
red label on a little butterfly.
-vladimir nabokov
*FREAKS OUT*
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"Heavy is the head that weareth the awesome."
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WHATSUPBUDDY
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dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
poems that take a thousand years to die;
but ape the immortality of this
red label on a little butterfly.
-vladimir nabokov
DUDEDUDEDUDE METAL GEAR SOLID
WIN
..except for how I keep dying.
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dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
poems that take a thousand years to die;
but ape the immortality of this
red label on a little butterfly.
-vladimir nabokov
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