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Color SpectrumBlue. Wild and Calm all at the same time. That’s you. Sarcastic and Sincere.Color Spectrum
Sounds like part of a lonely hearts ad.
“I like champagne and long walks on the beach.”
Scratch that.
Yours would more likely say:
“Guarana and musicals. If you don’t like that, then screw off.”
Yes. That’s more like you.
Not that you would ever write a lonely hearts ad. No need. You’ve got the entire population at your feet. You’re completely oblivious to it, I admit. But that’s what I love about you.
by ~aqualungs
Lesbian CirclesWhat scares you? is it the monsters under your bed? or the thunder shaking your house at night?Lesbian Circles
What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise? Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair.
Or is it something else.
Something deeper.
Something more sinister.
The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see that girl. That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn. Th
by ~aqualungs
The Consequence of EmotionThis is dangerous. We shouldn’t be doing this. She’s going to get hurt.The Consequence of Emotion
Why do I care? I guess, deep down, I don’t, If hurting her means I can have you.
I care about what people think of me. As shallow as that sounds, it’s true. And to taste your skin means to risk my reputation.
But you're so attractive to me. But she’s so in love with you. It’s a battle of morals, too bad I have none.
So kiss me, let me touch you. We’ll worry about her in the morning, When the light lets us feign innocence.
by ~aqualungs
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Somethings and Nothings.It seems to me that most everyone else wakes up after they’re done sleeping, which most typically happens in a bed with sheets and pillows and, for the long-term, at night. When they wake up, there’s sunlight or something like it and an alarm clock or someone like it, and they get up with or without reluctance and take or don’t take a shower and then do something or nothing, sometimes doing something but dismissing it as nothing, and thinking about the chain of these events as a normal progression of the day, full of nothings and somethings and mostly the blurring of these two things, which culminates, most appropriately, in sleep and dreams.Somethings and Nothings.
by *FriedPickles
Separation is NaturalWilliam leans over to say something into my ear. It’s not a whisper, but I still don’t hear it. He looks at me afterwards, and his eyebrows move up, and they make the wrinkles fly back to his forehead. His lips spread wide in a smile. Probably the same smile as always. I take my thumb and touch the corner of it and smile back my own version and nod like I heard what he said and take his hand and press it close to mine. We are safe, right here, with palms instead of words, with our skin diffusing across layers of membranes whatever we forget to say.Separation is Natural
In the morning, the sheets are sticking to my skin, and so is William, because he
by *FriedPickles
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- Current Residence: Fort McMurray, Canada
- Interests: Acting, Writing
- Favourite movie: Garden State, Eternal Sunshine
- Favourite band or musician: Regina Spektor, Radiohead, The Cardigans, Frank Sinatra, Joss Stone, Kate Nash, Lemon Jelly
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Indie
- Favourite artist: Frida Kahlo
- Favourite poet or writer: Alice Seabold
- Personal Quote: When the Pretty leaves. That's when you know somone is truly beautiful.
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the prospect of his future life stretched before him like
a sentence; not a prison sentence, but a long-winded
sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses
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