December 2011
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Les Mis obsession restored.
Holy fucking shit.
Cried three times. Breath taken away twice. In-fucking-credible. To be honest, this production was better than the one I saw in London. Like damn.
I know what I’m listening to in the car for the next month :3
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me: *walks in a starbucks*
clerk: hello how can i hlep u
me: i want a starbucks
clerk: ok sure these are the different kinds of coff-
me: NO
me: I
me: WANT
me: A
me: STARBUCKS
me: THE
me: WHOLE
me: BUILDING
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To Pens
Your movements are swift You imprint the paper How does it feel? To be pressed against the desk? Does it hurt? But when your ink runs out, What’s next? Is that your death? Does it hurt to be used? To be dropped on the floor To be bitten on by people To run out of ink Is it like bleeding to death? But when your time has come, To be thrown in the trash What’s next?
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Untitled 2
Through the glass, I see you there. I’m in here, Just staring out. I see children playing. Laughter, joy, and innocence flourishes. Though I’m frozen here, I secretly wish and hope for freedom. Trapped. Constricted. Permanentely here. Only now to observe. Isolation. Never to communicate, ever. Eternal silence. Not even the softest whisper can escape. There are many others where I am....
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Heartstrings
A soft, sweet tune is heard. The bow glides oh-so-gently over the strings. Lovely and quiet melodies calmly float along. A harsh, jarring wrong note sounds. The bow suddenly stops, music ceases. Tranquil harmonies begin once again. Though the music possesses a bitter undertone. Unnoticed by some, obvious to others. A string softly cries to itself as the bow slides past it. The peaceful song has...
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Its razor smile greets you like an old friend The one who slashed you to pieces The one who cut your feelings up Scars remind us, we never forget We meet once again, but it’s only agony A sharp and jagged pain The attempt stings and screams Nothing but the usual scar No release or escape Just the bloody pain and scars No longer an old friend, but merely misery and its facade.
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I'm gonna put some of my poems, photographs, and a...
I hope you all like them!
They won’t be up until later today. Just a few poems I’ve written, pictures I’ve taken, and poster art I’ve drawn. If you all have any questions about anything that will be posted, please feel free to inbox me :)
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thetruthbehind:
You know what is really funny… as soon as you stop wanting someone, then they finally start to want you back. They had so many chances and now that its all blown up in our faces, now they decide to care and want it all back. After everything now they act all caring & flirty…
Sorry to creep. But this is my life right now. And I hate it.
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Thought 3
There’s nothing that makes my heart ache more than imaging a life without those closest to me. Change and death, I know I’ll meet you both many times in my life but I swear to god, if either of you take away someone from me that means the world to me, I don’t know how I’ll go on. This is the wrong time to mess with my heart, so back the fuck off, change and death.
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I’m a Girl / Boy.
I am a morning person.
I am a perfectionist.
I am an only child.
I am Catholic.
I am currently in my PJs.
I am currently pregnant.
I am currently suffering from a broken heart.
I am left handed.
I am married.
I am addicted to MySpace. Twitter. Tumblr. Facebook.
I’m shy around the opposite sex.
I bite my nails.
I currently regret something I have done.
I curse.
I...
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Thought 2
Something that has drained my own heart and emotions down should be so easy to set free. Yet, it’s still so heart-achingly difficult to stay away.
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Thought 1.
Your dear heart and loving attitudes that were once much welcomed are becoming tiresome. As much it pains me to say, I can’t love thee anymore. The feeling is there, but it shan’t be acted upon. It’s a struggle. It must become obselete. My troubled and fragmented heart now wanders about.
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Measuring a summer’s day, I only finds it slips away to grey, The hours, they bring me pain.
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Silence! Allegro! Allllegro!! Da da da da daaa...
SANDER COHEN.