

The Finer ThingsThe curve of your lips and the swing of your hipsCould never lose their meaning to me No matter how many times you run through my mindThe sight of you still makes me weak And I know you know (everything) How my heart forgets to beat And my mind forgets to breathe Because all I can ever see is youSo wont you release me from my misery And come closer, so much closer I want to trace your silhouette with my lipsWont you come closer, so much closer So I can paint your lips with my fingertipsOh come closer, so much closer So I can shroud your mind wThe Finer Things


Road to AgrabahBut I am lost.Road to Agrabah
Drifting between notions of 'what if' and succumbing to Horoscope bound confinements dictating my inevitable inability to have more spine than jellyfish.
But I am blessed.
For my stubborn imaginary friends
insist on helping me escape: dive out of my mind and into Middle Earth where the age of Men and Elves flourishes and giving up your immortality is an act of love. An age where we do not forsake our friends or break all bonds of fellowship , and diversions require no explanations.
But I am hu


Platonic RealismIdeally: psychological manifestations Would Disappear with a waveOf a wand And life would return to its (un)original nature Where I am not troubled WithThoughts of you.Platonic Realism
Because God is love And chocolate is happiness And teddy bears give warmth And friends bring company, So what more do you have To offer me that I don't Already have? (everything/nothing)
So why am I not convinced?


Dear SantaI wantDear Santa
To rest my tired bones, Dive into (hypoallergenic) comforters,andSnuggle with Pirates.
I want
To get lost in the calm of faith, Forget the passage of time,and The threat of uncertainty.
I want
To act before I think, Taste the sweetness of fantasy,andBelieve in the magic of love.
I want
To trace your every outline, Feel unsteady heartbeats, trembling fingers,andThe murmuring of your lips.
I want
To be enveloped by the moon's glow, Be warmed by the sun's rays,andYou.
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"It is the mucus that binds us"
SOMEONE keeps making me change my icon lol FFFFF /man rage. Icon art by~koochinko.
i want my toothpaste back.
and my eyeliner.
and my yearbook.
but i still love you
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My mind is a blank most of the time.
I is very much appreciated
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Don't follow the herd - be yourself!
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