it's true, i got tired of this and moved here:


a thanksgiving poem.Do you know what i'm thankful for?a thanksgiving poem.
i'm thankful for raindrops on tin roofs. The way my breath forms a column of smoke when it's cold, as if i were some ancient dragon, just waiting to lift off and fly away. The sound of footsteps over leaves in the fall, when everything dies. The feeling of wet clothes drying in the summer sun. The way your eyes show exactly what you're thinking. The sound that my keyboard makes as i type out secret messages to you (nobody knows). The way my ribs stick out of my back like that keyboard, just waiting for you to send me a response. And the way you never wil


A Cold Breeze on a Warm DayAnd all those time I sat alone Staring towards the darkening sky Wondering where the wind had blown And why we had to say goodbye. And all those times I passed you Silent, careful, in the hall I wanted to say something to you, Words just couldn't say it all. And all those times I ignored you and wouldn't make a sound You never realised how much a hate you And want to take you down. And all those times that you were quiet Too scared to make a sound I thought you didnt want me And that's why I turned around.A Cold Breeze on a Warm Day
Bubblez
Yes its true i've moved to here
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Waffles are breakfast too
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"To dream of the person you would like to be, is to waste the person you are."
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The Denunciation of Truth
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* I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore.
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