Tuesday Apr 12, 2011

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In the car window as it flashes past, her reflection is entirely average. Ms. Nobody. The eyes have lost something, perhaps a spark. They are the emptiest eyes she has ever seen. Glazed over, as if she is looking deep into a pool that she cannot fathom, and its depth puzzles her.

And in the car, the moment freezes in her mind: see, shes waiting for someone.

Someone who wont come.

anyway, on a completely different note, I must say that I'm highly anticipating this bands upcoming performance.



can I get a HELL YES?

That is all for tonight suicidegirls.com.

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jaxy:
Yes, I did!!! I love her.
rooch:
This is a while ago now, but I think the easiest way to view these things is that relationships are imperfect because people are imperfect. And you know what, that's what makes it interesting. I mean think about it, if someone was actually perfect, would you really have much to talk about? It's the flaw that makes the person. So true, sometimes you'll get caught with someone whose flaws directly hurt you, and that's terrible. But everyone's issues are different, and soon you'll find someone whose problems directly fit into your strengths and whose strengths fit in with your flaws. Will it be easy, or soon? Who the fuck knows. But the old clich remains true, you lose 100% of the races you don't compete in. So y'know what, keep running. Life's a bitch sometimes. Hell, possibly most of the time, but you can't just forget it and shut off. If you do that, you wind up becoming the person who just hurt you.

Also, there's chocolate, Nando's chicken and boobs out there. For those alone you should be willing to try! wink

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