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Don't Tell the ProfessorChicago, what? The musical or the place? In essence I refer you to- this person had far too much time on their hands, and gleefully took each ribbon and braided it meticulously, like a little girl at a slumber party.Don't Tell the Professor
I think that they thought that they think! In conclusion, I would like to introduce you to the fact that everybody THINKS far too much about prepositions and propositions, hence the reason why I cling to these distractions, some of which aren’t even shiny.
I’m well aware of the fact that my structure is too often structurally unsound,
by ~noiamnot
No Sitcom-Style ReconciliationThese words just don’t mean the same any more. They’re so heavy in my hands and I want to put them down, but I haven’t a clue where they’re supposed to fit!No Sitcom-Style Reconciliation
The pen protests in my feeble grip, and my eyelids stagger over my parched sockets, wondering quietly when I’ll give up, and go to bed like a normal person.
I can’t help the desperate and irrational hope that if I’m here to greet one, or two, or three a.m. with a bleary smile, that the words I once knew so well, will yank off their Halloween masks and
by ~noiamnot
PineapplePineapple. The fruit of the tropics, of lush green vegetation pleasantly stark against white sandy beaches and salty, aquamarine waters. But a pine is a type of tree, and an apple is a completely different fruit in taste, colour, shape and texture. Who the hell came up with the name ‘pineapple’ and after that, who decided it was a good name?Pineapple
These were the thoughts in Marie’s dark-haired head as she sat, eating. More playing with her food than eating it, actually. She picked apart the stringy, fleshy segments of pineapple with the unpainted nails at the end of her short fingers. She laboriously teased apart the moi
by ~noiamnot
Visceral PeripheralsCelestial gut music indicates a primeval longing for some ephemereal quality, word, with some practically concrete practicality.Visceral Peripherals
Unseen eyes flash in the smoky dark, the reflected glint of some dream, otherwordly in the impossibility of us poor lowly mortal grasping it, let alone attempts at execution.
Seems we're doomed to hide from these cooly spherical awakening junctures, since we so despise
being uncomfortable.
by ~noiamnot
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The Pirate Bride- Chapter One“You can't be serious,” Josephine turned disbelieving eyes to her father.The Pirate Bride- Chapter One
“I can be and I am, young lady. Don't you give me that look.” Robert sent her a look of his own before turning to the mirror.
“But he's nearly twice my age!” She wrinkled her nose. “Old and fat, does not a great husband make.”
“But rich and titled, does.” He straightened his pristine blue vest in the mirror. So there it was, the truth at last- out in the open. Josephine wanted to scream. She was no child to be treated this way, no piece of property to be sold off at the first sign
by ~SmilesAndSutures
I would've preferredyou please yourself with every goodbyeI would've preferred
i could pretend that i had a reason to knock on that door
but my silence is stronger than your hate.
im intimate with strangers only when
i cant contradict the result
of your limitation
so when i find another leaf to call my own
in another forest of disbelief
i'll hang myself with daisy chains
because because
flowers dont make up for abuse
by ~saturnineguise
SacredI tend to forget what it feels like to let go in a good way. Appropriating my sense of fun to fit your jagged edges. I'm offering no excuse (even though I have plenty)Sacred
It is courteous to start off with an introduction I blast my way through protoplasm. Wait, that isn't what I mean at all. I mean. I mean. Something about hello.
Apathy can only be distracting if it's what you're hiding from Sure, you can get up to the list of things to do Plant your flag atop number the first and fall down through the endlessness of tomorrows
Thing is, you forget they're finite. &n
by ~saturnineguise
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Just kiss me once in the snow, I swear it never gets old.
I asked for an umbrella and you took away the rain.
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