Merry Christmas, journal land. It has been just years.

Goodness, just found the remains of my previous livejournal entries.

And now university is over. Goodness.

Oh, will you take me as I am
Strung out on another man

- Joni Mitchell

My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.

"No one here wants to fight me like you do"

Dizzingly nice like I am grinning and worrying feeling my head pulsing and walking this very thin line but not worrying just I know I would've worried what is all the sensitivity to light and kissing I've got to find ways of making it glaringly obvious I will all nice things away like gulping down plastic cups and dancing on the beach and then ( Read more... )

What am I saying? I fell in love and this most certainly suffices.

I will not overwhelm him by breathless over-enthusiam.

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