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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|10:04 am] |
lately i love reading about rupert grint, letters, the idea of writing someone who i do not know yet, the name Lottie, poems that may or may not make any sense, having people walk up and down my back, familiar voices, rating ridiculous things, juno quotes, little miss sunshine, something corporate. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|01:01 am] |
anyone want a penpal?
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[Mar. 22nd, 2008|05:19 pm] |
this is what i love most in life. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
RULES:
1. Pick 10 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING / using IMDb search functions!
FILMS:
1. I thought you killed yourself. That wasn't you?
2. "Have you ever been french kissed?" "Are you kidding? I don't want to get pregnant!"
3. tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?
4. I won't! I love him, Father. Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us. This is the path I choose, Father. What will yours be?
5. Yes, you are. And you're boring, and you're totally ordinary, and you know it.
6. They used to be fat and juicy and now they're twisted. They had their lives stolen. Well, they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes. I can't say I am a big supporter of the raisin council.
7. I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... or maybe you didn't notice? There were three!
8. I gave him everything... I was half a virgin when I met him!
9. I know this will sound corny, but, whenever I feel the temptation of peer pressure, I turn to God and he helps me through the problem.
10. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day.
happy guessing! |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|05:22 pm] |
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Does anyone have any suggestions about songs/quotes/poems/etc about/relating to hands/hand-holding/etc? |
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| feeling fucked up |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|10:22 am] |
Lord she's gone done left me done packed / up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her away made her take her laughter and her smiles
and her softness and her midnight sighs--
Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy and communism fuck smack and pot
and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck
god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon
and malcom fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck
the whole muthafucking thing
all i want now is my woman back
so my soul can sing
Written by Etheridge Knight (1931-1991) |
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|01:36 pm] |
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| | love song- sara bareilles | ] |
i.
Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I do not exist, nor you
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
ii.
why is it that some things are so hard to say out loud? is it the reality of it, or just feeling like the walls can hear and perhaps store it within their walls in order to pass it along to others the moment you leave the room? i do not understand why i feel stuck inside myself, as if my mind has its own security alarms, locks in which there aren't keys. i'm not sure where i am right now, i can't feel my shoes against the ground or the pounding of my heart. |
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