| dont lose your grip. |


all i havethere are no words for anything anymore.all i have
no feelings no emotions no tears.
just no.
no they are failing me, i cannot abuse them to unravel myself.
i cant empty myself of myself. its impossible to use words in this world and be happy.


handleyou think youve got it all under control dont you boy ? but i can see, its slipping through your fingers, like your trying to catch water with open hands. your facade is breaking, did you know that boy?handle
i can see your true light through the cracks. your in there i know, i can hear your heart beat.
oh silly boy, cant you see that your falling apart at the seams. it seems that you dont have a handle on everything anymore do you boy ?


no more... never mind'look at me, i want to see your eyes.'no more... never mind
'theyre the only thing you look at'
'they say the eyes are the doorway to the soul and no... not the only thing, but i am a big fan of them- tell me what your thinking about'
'you, stars, cigarettes...'
'in that order'
'yes'
'liar- your not smoking again are you?'
'no'
'you know what im not a fan of?'
'what?'
'im not a fan of your lies'


familiar lightninghis eyes caught mine, the lightning that was so familiar and present in his stare, his face, his being, disappeared. replaced with anguish of a sort. he had thought me single, and he was right. but the moment his eyes found mine on the bleachers, with that boys arms around me, he had rethought his judgment. id recoiled from the boys touch. feeling the worst.familiar lightning
and when he had once smiled when we passed in the hall or said a hello, [something id once thought to be simple now sent electricity and flutters through my heart and body] was no longer. there was a longing that ran deep throughout me, for his lightning to coarse about his f


The LeafIt takes strength to stand still through wind and change, but it takes even more strength to accept them both calmly as facts of life.The Leaf
That's why, whenever I look up at an ancient tree, tall, and majestic, I still feel that its leaves are stronger, living for only a set period of time, each turning their shade of autumn at Nature's appointed time, and then each peacefully falling off when the strong winds cause them to do so, in the same direction that the winds guides them.
A sign of having attained great spiritual strength and enlightenment, is finding peace in the m
| art is emotion. id rather defy gravity than be popular. today i will be happier than a bird with a french fry. were all pretty bizarre, some are just better at showing it. accept who you are because its beautiful. im addicted to words and theyre useless. dont ever mistake my kindness for a weakness. everything has beauty just not everyone sees it. i am wolven at heart likes: rain. thunder. lightning. baby bunnies. soda (Dr. Pepper :3). sunflowers. bagels. stars. night. music. photography. writing (poetry, prose). my puppy:3. dancing around the house. singing loud when nobody is around. being alone. reading. this symbol '♥'. words. the wind. north. oceans. starfish. full moons. flip flops. being bare footed. being with my friends. the sky. clouds. hills on windy days. hammocks. pillows. warmth. sunshine. wolves. livingston, montana. pacific city, oregon. |
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-He would make a lovely corpse.
-Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
-Thank God men cannot fly and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
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-He would make a lovely corpse.
-Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
-Thank God men cannot fly and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
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park that car,
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-He would make a lovely corpse.
-Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
-Thank God men cannot fly and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
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No one can make you feel inferior without your permission.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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-He would make a lovely corpse.
-Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
-Thank God men cannot fly and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
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Writers and politicians are natural rivals. Both groups try to make the world in their own images; they fight for the same territory.
- Salman Rushdie
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Roses are red, violets are... blueniverse...
I really like the center of the universe?
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