I haven't blown dry my hair yet today & now it looks horribly awful. But, I don't care.
I have also been feeling gloomy, reflective, introspective... you know... personal shit, etc. lately... well, you know I am always like that though.
I often wonder if I have missed out on my soulmate because I act so stupid when I fall for someone hardcore... I act all crazy like an escaped mental patient.
I really liked the poem Dmac had in her journal recently. I am not too into poems & such, but I liked this one...
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking from a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,
And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
I like that poem. It makes me think of someone who probably doesn't care that I care anymore.
I have also been feeling gloomy, reflective, introspective... you know... personal shit, etc. lately... well, you know I am always like that though.
I often wonder if I have missed out on my soulmate because I act so stupid when I fall for someone hardcore... I act all crazy like an escaped mental patient.
I really liked the poem Dmac had in her journal recently. I am not too into poems & such, but I liked this one...
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking from a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,
And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
I like that poem. It makes me think of someone who probably doesn't care that I care anymore.
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frankeng:
your great and tommy just put his nose up at me when i told him that 
dmac:
Glad you liked the poem. I actually had to memorize that for some silly ass assignment in high school a million years ago and it's just always stuck. No matter how hard I've tried to forget it and no matter how sad it tends to make me feel, it's always spoken to my own heart. I'm happy it spoke to yours too.