December 2009
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Since I can't re-blog it :| I'll just post the... →
Bach Meets Cape Breton :>
Dec 19th
I am screaming on the inside.
Why is it that whenever I re-blog something, an error occurs? argh :|
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After an hour of being curled up in a fetal...
I figured I could make time pass by going online or something.
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Trying to hold the tears back
‘cause I know he was never worth crying for.
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What Hurts The Most
“What hurts the most…. Is being so close, and having so much to say And watching you walk away…” :’(
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Put an appropriate title if you please
As the last bars of the song play, I sing along I’ll hold your hand look you straight in the eye wait for you to suck in a sigh and draw circles on my palm As you drive on cemented road I’ll hold back tears turn on the radio to drown out your beaten engine I’ll pray this street would never end while I read the text you sent last night ‘fore I went to sleep it...
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Let's play a game.
Q: Sino ang ilaw ng tahanan? Kid 1: Meralco! Kid 2: Metro Bank! Who do you think won? =))))
Dec 13th
Everything In This World Exists to Wear You Down.
from Bleach. I read my brother’s comic book, and it wasn’t bad at all.
Dec 13th
I'll give you some Drakkar Noir for Christmas.
:”>
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I do not love you except because I love you
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Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me...
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Love Song (from "Vision in Spring", 1921)
Spring … shadowed walls, and kissing in the dark. I, too; was young upon a time, I too; have felt All life, at one small word, within me melt; And strange slow swooning wings I could not see Stirring the beautiful silence over me. -William Faulkner
Dec 6th
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they...”
– Oscar Wilde
Dec 6th
You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt. - Theodore Roethke
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ListenShe’s Got You High Mumm-Ra
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