confessions of the heart.i can still recall exactly how your lips felt against mine, pressing hard. i remember vividly how your hands felt, exploring my body for the very first time. lastly, i remember the nerves, and how scared i was. but more than any of that, i remember how i felt with you; the comfort radiating from you.confessions of the heart.
i suppose you could call that the technical "beginning." not that i felt this way then, but in a way you could say that that is when the fire was lit. thats when the "sparks really started to fly."
over the course of those few months, i grew closer with you than i have with any other human being throughout my lifetime. n
late night laundry detergent.as i sit on my bed reading articles for english, trying to think up an educated response to poorly written articles, my mind floats back to my phone and the lack of texts i've received over the past half hour. i'm wondering what you could possibly be doing thats more important than texting me, but immediately feel entirely too vain to entertain the thought any longer.late night laundry detergent.
i try to do my laundry to take my mind off you, but of course my mother shows up in the doorway. "whats wrong?" nothing, mother. "you're like me, you clean when you're aggravated, why are you aggravated?" the only thing aggravating me is the fact that you think i am
REWRITE- cask of amontillado. It was in the middle of carnival season when Montresor approached me. In retrospect, I should have noticed the deviant twinkle in his eye. Alas, it was a time of celebration, and I had had much to drink, which seemed to deter me from Montresor’s true intentions that evening. At the time, I was enjoying myself at the carnival festivities, wearing the attire of a jester, complete with cap and bells. Montresor approached me and I was delighted to see him. We chatted, and he informed me that heREWRITE- cask of amontillado.
countdown.5. you always knew how to put a smile on my face. we would sit for hours doing nothing, and i'd say how they were the best days. you'd smile and give me a hug, and everything was okay.countdown.
4. when you came back, i could feel it all over again. fast breathing, mind clogged, can't sit still, ohmygoddoilookokay?, wishing i wore my other shirt, and then..
3. that smile could light up a room and stop my heart, whichever came first. idle chat, so how have you been? yeah, me too. we talked the whole drive there about nothing important, yet it was still wonderful because i was with you.
2. st
A Voiceless HorrorAliens made peaceful contact with humans a number of years ago. Well, it wasn't so much peaceful contact as it was passive indifference; they didn't really give a shit about us, they just wanted to leave us broken and hungry.A Voiceless Horror
This was at an exhausted point in Earth's history. They came to Springfield, Illinois, landing on a private air strip and were greeted by a weary farmer. They were lumbering, dark creatures. Bipedal. Big bodies with lanky arms. He tried shaking one of their hands but they brushed him off, completely silent, in a way that seemed they knew the connection he was attempting to establish but just didn't care. The
good gracious.
Optimism
thank you, too!
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and theres this burning, just like theres always been.
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and theres this burning, just like theres always been.
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i am the spork ninja =3
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and theres this burning, just like theres always been.
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check out meh gallery
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and theres this burning, just like theres always been.
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check out meh gallery
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