wunderbar.
yes, boxofficepoison does not like and one...
oh well
ash and i are going to have to change his mind.
decided not to be a good girl, what else is new...i have never been a good girl before, perhaps that is the reason for such fleeting relationships and lasting tensions.
when did i become so plain? when did i become a pale wraith of what was, i was always a day late and a dollar short, but trying to play catch up is killing me.
all of it falls short of a line so close and not yet crossed. A good screaming at, a good hangover, and god staring down the barrel is expected later.
breaking my back to know your name.
it touches me different than you ever did, its another hand but a different face, a different set of eyes staring the same stare i see everyday.
good evening,
now go home.
expect an indifferent call in the future.
fleeting fantastic damaged perfect like a walk on a tuesday night.
i feel like a tuesday, i feel like a wenesday morning and i do not feel like ever falling in love, today anyway.
tomorrow when i have a headache, it will be different.
yes, boxofficepoison does not like and one...
oh well
ash and i are going to have to change his mind.
decided not to be a good girl, what else is new...i have never been a good girl before, perhaps that is the reason for such fleeting relationships and lasting tensions.
when did i become so plain? when did i become a pale wraith of what was, i was always a day late and a dollar short, but trying to play catch up is killing me.
all of it falls short of a line so close and not yet crossed. A good screaming at, a good hangover, and god staring down the barrel is expected later.
breaking my back to know your name.
it touches me different than you ever did, its another hand but a different face, a different set of eyes staring the same stare i see everyday.
good evening,
now go home.
expect an indifferent call in the future.
fleeting fantastic damaged perfect like a walk on a tuesday night.
i feel like a tuesday, i feel like a wenesday morning and i do not feel like ever falling in love, today anyway.
tomorrow when i have a headache, it will be different.
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hilbert90:
btw, aside from the BBC eyes, you have a soft nose
saintmichel:
One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know - one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you sad, then?" I asked, "On the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.