28.4.11

Hold Nothing Back

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thetower-pola

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keep in mind that feelings are never lost. you wear them on your skin like a favourite perfume, but instead of evaporating into the infinite space around us once we’re done with them, they sink into you.

maybe you sewed your seams shut so nothing would escape. they’re still there. and you’re terrified because. every word, every gesture, every single moment in the afterward. something’s going to cut you open again but you don’t know what.

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27.4.11

Love Is A Fast Song

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every day that i don’t see you in someone else, i smile a little more. it’s what really defines us, you know. not what we remember, but what we forget. and i just realised; it’s been two weeks since.

happy belated birthday. i’m so glad i missed it.

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watercolour-pola

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20.4.11

There Cannot Be A Close Second

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thewaterisdeep-pola

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i’ve been in the best mood lately. just thinking about it makes me even happier. here’s a fun fact: the highlight of my day was when the washing machine was done with my laundry. it played this little jingle that was so cute; i swooned into my fabric softener.

and since it’s been ages since i ended a post with a terribly written description of what i’m going to eat later, here’s one now.

tomato and basil pretzels with peanut butter, three bowls of orecchiette with a cream and mushroom sauce, an avocado and sundried tomato salad (Greek yoghurt dressing and topped with boiled eggs) and a grilled cheese sandwich. and yes, i’m well aware that i’m going to be in for a rude awakening once my metabolism starts to slow down but that’s for future D to worry about! i know, how disgusting.

oh, and happy easter in advance everyone!

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15.4.11

Bring Me Your Love

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maybe i was lying when i told you that i didn’t love you. i don’t know. all that matters is the fact that i said it. now it’s out there. i can’t take it back. i can’t pull it back into my mouth.

but you can say something too, if you want.

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moon-pola

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8.4.11

The Geese of Beverly Road

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runtome-pola

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it rained today. a staple embedded itself in my finger while i was preparing my physiology report. the bus came too early, and then too late. the sandwich i had bought with such hope tasted awful. i missed a phone call that i’d been waiting for since march.

there is a cul-de-sac at the end of this road and it is quiet. i stood there tonight watching the sky. there were so many stars. the only sound you could hear was the faint hum of the generators nearby. deep in the cavity of my chest, my heart hummed along. it rained today.

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6.4.11

Mistaken For Strangers

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last night, a streetlight exploded above me. i saw the shards rain down, a stray spark caught in each one. it was so bright and beautiful and scary. i remember holding my breath, hoping it wouldn’t end.

then it was over, and i watched the pieces lie on the pavement, still shiny but not illuminated anymore. someone was standing next to me, wanting to know if i’d been cut. i opened my mouth to tell him that something this wonderful couldn’t possibly hurt me, but it sounded stupid even in my head. so i nodded, and he walked on.

when he had gone, i sat down on the curb and started to cry.

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glow-pola

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4.4.11

Terrible Love

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leave-pola

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if you give me a reason to leave, i’ll take it
you know i’ll take it
recycled words can only keep me here for so long

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