Dear You:I will miss you. I want to skip to the future. I want to live in the past. But I fear you're only in the present, the place I don't want to be.Dear You:
Let's soak it all in, take it a day at a time. If this were a novel, we'd have no jobs. no families. no obligations. and we could just...deal. no interruptions.
But that's all there really is anymore.
Interruptions.
Blue Stingfalling sickness.these words are a formality, she said, and spoke them anyway. i was born with sky rocket syndrome instead of hollow bones or horizon-coloured eyes.falling sickness.
i have learned to jump from rooftops on windy days and hope that the flight skeleton has not yet completely abandoned us. i have learned to ignore evolution's nearsighted tendencies. i have learned to
pray in elevators and reinvent bird bones in my arms, to offer dandelion clocks to the wind and imagine i am airborne. but chain grass is not a remedy and i was
born with sparklers instead of optic nerves. i can touch
Um Hi! So...yeah.
Unheard
plz help
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For a moment of clarity you're fighting,
Trying to win what you've already won.
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For a moment of clarity you're fighting,
Trying to win what you've already won.
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For a moment of clarity you're fighting,
Trying to win what you've already won.
omgosh, your eye in your ID picture is BEAUTIFULLLLL.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.and you totally deserve every fav you get.
You speak from the heart, not from the brain.
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For a moment of clarity you're fighting,
Trying to win what you've already won.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.Previous Page12345...Next Page