| --i don't like to make excuses for myself. --i am above the influence. --i love photography, + graphic design. i'll never be nothing more than a draft; + superiority makes me nervous. |
A Good Book

sparklers.sparklers.
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a one.
"Don't." He shoots a warning glare at me as I chase him with a handful of grass. I laugh and stuff it down his shirt.
"It's the price of love." I tell him.
"Well then love must be awfully expensive."
He laughs as he pulls slivers of green from his shirt. I spin around in the field, letting my arms fly up in the air. I like the way the grass feels between my toes and the way my dress looks as it billows out beneath me. He watches silently, completely forgetting about the blades of grass pricking his skin.
"You're a firecracker." he says,


adam's poemadam wants a poem because he has taken care of my crazy self for the past few weeks even though the first time we met i was screamingadam's poem
and crying with mascara painting itself into a
gothic jackson pollack down my face he still wanted to talk
to me, even though my ex-boyfriend and i almost
killed each other out of drunken rage. regardless he
sat with me on a couch in a strange house til 5am watching baseball and making noises with his mouth. so when he asked
for a poem i have no real qualms putting pen to paper, (fingers to keypad?) and writing something

TAG!
[link]
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there's not much left to fight for, not much left to cry for. i have but the clothes on my back, not even a soul within me. i've bent for your sake, but now i'm broken, and staples don't work anymore.
It really means a lot!
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~So I guess you can say that I'm one of the fallen~
You should make me a DA ID!
You know you want to...
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{ sing me a song that stops the silence !! }
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if you want to find out whats behind these cold eyes, you just might have to claw your way through this disguise
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{ sing me a song that stops the silence !! }
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