THERE ARE NO CAPITAL LETTERS IN MY USERNAME.
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What should I do to celebrate when I reach 5,000 pageviews?
Thanks for putting up with me,
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Roommates Are Wonderful But...I already understand too well the beauty of wrought iron in the night - the ache of running one's hand down one rail like so many raindrops, looking up the hill atRoommates Are Wonderful But...


Hey you... I Have A Secret.Hey you. Yes, you with the black hair sticking up in the back. Yes, I'll give you a moment to fix that hair. Then I want you to stop shoving papers and dirty clothes and everything else into drawers and under the bed and come here and listen closely to me.Hey you... I Have A Secret.
I'm going to tell you a secret. It's one of women's best-kept secrets. I don't know very many feminine secrets myself. I tend to miss a lot of memos. Maybe it's because if I knew, I wouldn't be able to keep myself from telling you. Anyways, I see my experiences all the same, relatively. I shouldn't have anything I need to hide. So here is the secret.
You know that


When Happy Birthday Isn't...How do you wish a happy birthday to someone you don't even know? How do you guess their age, and, more importantly, their feelings about getting older? How do you pick an adjective when "happy" may not be enough to stave off grief or augment joy? I wish you the best of luck - but you can tell I don't really when I sound like a fancy Hallmark card. Enjoy the cake. Your family might be too poor to buy cake. It may be that Aunt Emily refused to let your parents buy a perfect, forever user-friendly refrigerated confection with lukewarm sentimentsWhen Happy Birthday Isn't...


A beginning in an endShowing half a faceA beginning in an end
Half a story in a book You are innocence and I am mistrust You are wholesome I am a broken clock You move forward with your purity My hands clutch the past with guilt The more I want to let go The more you remind me to hang on
I want to walk away from you I have given everything I have You sucked in my soul smiling You ate my body laughing Dipped your hand into my chest And carved my heart while singing
I am still here, waiting to be held My feet refuse to move As low as I am I still can’


Forgive MeLiquid diamond tears fell gently on to the pillow clutched desperately in the arms of Avas. Sobs were dimmed by the feathers of the pillow, she didn't want him to hear her crying. The marks were pulsing, pain piercing through every fiber of her body. Her fingertips carefully probbed the core of the bruises, but a jolt of pain made her body react and yank away and sent her into more hysterics. He didn't mean it did he? No, he couldn't have meant to do this. The anger in his eyes was still burned into her memory. Oh the look in his eyes. It was like a scorching demon had found its way out and taken over his body. It couldn't have been his faultForgive Me
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"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal" - I Corinthians 13.
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irradient sallowness. a burning woman.
the fierce epitomy of lust.
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clinging to the pendulum of emotions that's life.
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