That being the case, what the hell am I doing out here?
To use a pretty cliché saying, "I'm not living life, I'm just growing older."
Where did the last ten years go, and what do I have to show for it?
Fuck.


Hazy MemoryThe smoky gray and piercing neon atmosphere of the hazy pub was no match for the intent gaze they had on each other. He waded through the restless crowd to be by her side, where he had a newfound sense of comfort. He placed his trembling hand on the small of her back, feeling the nervousness in her muscles relax at the presence of his touch. She leaned close; close enough that he could feel the soft heat of her breath on his neck, and whispered. That guy over there just asked if I was your new girlfriend, she feebly, but calmly uttered. Who, that guy there? he reHazy Memory


StarsHer motions are fluid; further proof that nature creates things of beauty. Hes flawless. Hes mechanical, yet smooth. Theres every reason to be open with the things that give you happiness. But on a night like tonight a night filled with starry eyes and racing hearts, One heart beats a little slower. One heart feels the pain of anothers pleasure. Misery and joy never seemed like good bedfellows, But there are so many instances where they intertwine, Where one thrives on the other. Tonight, one soul learns all too well the negative effects of delightStars
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And tonight, we can truly say together we're invincible.
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I invite you to enjoy my gallery... and wish you a NAMAS-DAY
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hey friend, bye friend !
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you promised you would never hurt me;
well you BROKE more than just a promise.
I'm kind of a sucker for anything having to do with Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars... so yeah. Good picture.
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"What is kicking at the bottom of a casket? I want to save it, but I'm too afraid to touch it."-Stuart Davis
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