

singing with smokefilled lungssinging with smokefilled lungs
I woke up this morning, a mess and barely clothed My hair was still long and knotted. I had no will to move, just stayed there sinking into the bed. I felt you next to me. I just wanted to roll over and be close to you. But I was. But I let those 4 inches between us feel like 4 thousands mile of distance. I know I wasn't sober even though I shouldve of been. The cat linger over us. I felt his paws push against my leg. Was he trying to get me to move? His eyes glared at me and all I could do is whisper 'sorry' and push him aside. Is it obvious? Obvious that I'm in pain. I think so. But then again, onl
You've been featured in my most recent journal entry, here. ^^
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Maturity is the ability to know when immaturity is acceptable.
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Mom: Would you like some nice green salad?
Grandma: Ice cream salad?!
Well that's just silly!
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this heart is on fire, and this life is but a dream.
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"Van Gogh kept painting himself because he was the only model he had."
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