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I always looked more of a Rachel than an Anne
She will hate him when he learns the past of her hips
She will always believe that she isn't a would-be lover. She will always believe that she was born a best she-friend and will die one
sweet smell of sunflower seeds
nakedness beautiful beyond compare
more lies than I ever want to tell again
brown sugar
soft wind singing, soothing, smoothing over naked bellies
night after night after night
if then else
shhh
simple enough. I would rather be known as Porcelain Legs
good thing I haven't been whistling
be still my Pavlov
i'm dying
missed a call from my alibi
when I lose myself in you, I'm praying that by helping you I will be made whole
I've never felt strongly enough about something to fight for it until...
great thing about being an aquarius is you can take the rainbow apart and still believe in it
I answered the questions about why I picked him out of all the others
(half of which were frightening, crazy or homeless)
I still long for the biting cold
there is no crispness here
Here and there are like two apples. Here, the apple is marked for a higher price than what one would like, and it is out of season; so it is soft and lukewarm. Still an apple, only it tends to brown quickly and leaves the taster wanting. There, the apple is ripe, crisp and the juice drips down the chin, runs down the neck. It gives a loud, shattering snap when cut and leaves one feeling that the temptation was worthwhile.
Yes, ----
after years of hating the word, I want you to describe me as ----
I want you behind the wheel
I want you here
I want to go find fields to play in with you
I want you to answer your fucking phone
perfection embodies you
unlike him, she will fight
she will fight
I would burst out of slew of words, I would
but no one would be there to hear them
(heard you rehearsing this conversation earlier, how's it going for you?)
buttons rule everyone's world now
buttons, vibrations
(hang on a sec)
(tappa tappa tappa tap tap tappa)
facial expressions,
the larynx
my world
all white noise
there have to be more gateways
hey remember when...
all she wants is for the feeling to be mutual
hey let's go build your snow fort
(i'm not closeminded, you're just wrong)
She will hate him when he learns the past of her hips
She will always believe that she isn't a would-be lover. She will always believe that she was born a best she-friend and will die one
sweet smell of sunflower seeds
nakedness beautiful beyond compare
more lies than I ever want to tell again
brown sugar
soft wind singing, soothing, smoothing over naked bellies
night after night after night
if then else
shhh
simple enough. I would rather be known as Porcelain Legs
good thing I haven't been whistling
be still my Pavlov
i'm dying
missed a call from my alibi
when I lose myself in you, I'm praying that by helping you I will be made whole
I've never felt strongly enough about something to fight for it until...
great thing about being an aquarius is you can take the rainbow apart and still believe in it
I answered the questions about why I picked him out of all the others
(half of which were frightening, crazy or homeless)
I still long for the biting cold
there is no crispness here
Here and there are like two apples. Here, the apple is marked for a higher price than what one would like, and it is out of season; so it is soft and lukewarm. Still an apple, only it tends to brown quickly and leaves the taster wanting. There, the apple is ripe, crisp and the juice drips down the chin, runs down the neck. It gives a loud, shattering snap when cut and leaves one feeling that the temptation was worthwhile.
Yes, ----
after years of hating the word, I want you to describe me as ----
I want you behind the wheel
I want you here
I want to go find fields to play in with you
I want you to answer your fucking phone
perfection embodies you
unlike him, she will fight
she will fight
I would burst out of slew of words, I would
but no one would be there to hear them
(heard you rehearsing this conversation earlier, how's it going for you?)
buttons rule everyone's world now
buttons, vibrations
(hang on a sec)
(tappa tappa tappa tap tap tappa)
facial expressions,
the larynx
my world
all white noise
there have to be more gateways
hey remember when...
all she wants is for the feeling to be mutual
hey let's go build your snow fort
(i'm not closeminded, you're just wrong)