what is love?: zouk was awesome! 4 shots of taquila and I stopped caring.. and right now I wished I had 4 more..

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  sign on my forehead: I miss my bubble..

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I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into
Corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
From the clay

True, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this
That catch my troubled head
When you're away, when I am missing you to death

When you were out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I've tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat
Sounded thin upon listening

That frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down
When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll say...

iron and wine - such great heights

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  definately ballons: "it’s not a bad thing to be unrealistic about love! It’s painful sometimes, yeah, when you have these expectations, but it’s your expectations! You’re allowed to have them! And you shouldn’t have to apologize to other people who won’t let you just feel what you want. It’s such an oprah-like, new millennium thing to say, but low expectations are so passé." -fuzzy

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  shalala: today I couldn't taste peach in my caramel pecan blizzard ice cream.. and who is this mira that smells of purple?

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  poop is the new shit: today I had the most sucessful argument without getting sliced.. I slept in class and I shall continue here in my room..

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so much that i can't say to you
my voice shakes from the hurt that i hide
ashamed of my existence
and of my petty often wounded pride

i'd like to come home to see you
and to catch your sickness by the bedside
but then you'd know how much i really need you
--
if only i were blind to your selfish fling
and your desperate cause
and didn't press you for the details
that threaten my physical flaws

i'd like to come home to see you
and embrace your illness under soft light
but then you'd know how much i really need you
--
so much that i can say to you
with affection that i burn inside
you're aching from the distance
avoiding strain that's running still alive
if only i could heal you in the sprinkling of the ocean side
but then you'd know how much i really love you

all the love in an instant
makes my life stop
but then my hate for you
makes my feelings altogether drop

red house painters - drop

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  into dust: I could possible be fading.. I could feel myself under your fate..

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  the perks of just being: I finished a book.. my first one in the past four years.. I no longer have a purpose in life..

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