COME WITH ME PLEASE!!!!!!Ballroom dancing lessons on the weekends
I really want to try it sometime with people, the lessons are free, I think, and you pay to stay for the party part. Or you can be cheap and ditch after they teach you, theoretically.
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Uncharted TerritoryIt's so hard toUncharted Territory
reach you; you are an island too exotic for my pale skin, using a foreign tongue my mouth can't seem to fit.
An ocean lies between us. I am not a bird, to fly, nor a fish, to swim, to brave those dark waters filled with unknown things
but I can see you in the distance calling to me in your strange way, and I know I must go.
Perhaps I can build a raft.
by ~SerenaFayori
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ParthenogenesisParthenogenesis. It looks like a miracle and sounds like a prayer. But she could never be a Mary. But her belly aches. She wants a child. Flesh of her flesh and all that. Parthenogenesis. Or sex. Parthenogenesis feels more like an answer. There’s other words she thinks about. Words like lobotomy and hemophilia and psudocyesis. She wishes she had learned Latin. It would make this easier. She decides that if she ever gets out of this dump she’ll buy a piano and put it in the center of the roomParthenogenesis
by ~suicidaltennisballs
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- Current Residence: A three-bedroom doll house
- Interests: dreadlocks, redheads, and anarchist cookbooks. (Redheaded anarchists WITH dreadlocks are my fav)
- Favourite genre of music: Psychedelic Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Niccolo Machievelli
- Favourite game: I don't play games.
- Favourite gaming platform: really tall ones
- Personal Quote: "I like bleach."
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"De omnibus dubitandum" (Everything should be questioned) - Karl Marx
"He who sees his own reflection dies"
-from noir, attributed to Edger Allen Poe, but i am still trying to find it
Heaven falls. Details at eleven.
- Robert Jordan
the poem, i mean. it was deep inside a huge pile of paper.
but it is now being tacked to my wall.
along with....EVERYTHING
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Not falling victim to the Fire that Burns inside of me
though I am fearful I will not prevent This Tragedy
My strengths been tested I wear the Scars that prove
Still I believe that This Calling will see me through
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With all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
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so long, and thanks for all the fish
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With all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
it really sucks.
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so long, and thanks for all the fish
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so long, and thanks for all the fish
so. i had this sneaking suspicion i hadn't talked to you [as much, although i actually thought i hadn't talked to you, i meant it in a relative fashion] and then i realized it's because i didn't go home with you.
and i thought i would mention that i really do enjoy our walking-to-the-busses time.
and that no, you do not talk too much.
so. thank you, Kaylie.
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so long, and thanks for all the fish
I enjoy our walking to the buses time too, it seems like when everyone's in the right mood for a really decent conversation.
Just Josh and I walking to the bus= really fail. Especially today. That was AWFUL.........
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With all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
IMSOWWY!
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so long, and thanks for all the fish
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