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a song for the boys of my past...
Oh I can see your tracks
But I won’t follow them
I’ll just hope for rain
Or some kind of crazy wind
To erase them
And chase them into oblivion
Oh I can smell the smoke
From your fire, babe
But I’ll leave you alone
And sleep in this lonely cave
And pray for
A storm to scrub this dirt away
Oh I can hear the snakes
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To think of all the effort, the compassion, the feelings I wasted on you ( Read more... ) -
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Today, Christmas, I had a very short nap on the couch in the living room and dreamt that I was engaged to Daniel Radcliffe. We were in England for Christmas, it was nighttime and we were walking across a bridge where we met up with Lisa before setting off to go to my mummy's for dinner.
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I love crushes.
There's so much feeling there. So much nervousness, so much admiration, fear, relief, excitement. And none of the stupid explaining that we have to do when it turns into a relationship. -
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"smitten" eh?
yikes. how on earth did I do that?
oh well, it's sorted now. no more admirer.
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Thursday, in the Thespis (student council) office in the theatre building,..
Fraser's there (<3) with a stranger who I found out was named Julien ( Read more... ) -
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I don't like when people fancy me. They start behaving weird and unnatural. I don't like it. I liked you more before.
It puts a creepiness in the air and makes me feel very strange.
Enter Masha and Medvedenko, returning from a walk.
MEDVEDENKO
Why do you always wear black?
MASHA
I'm in mourning for my life. I am unhappy.
MEDVEDENKO
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"I consider lace to be one of the prettiest imitations ever made of the fantasy of nature; lace always evokes for me those incomparable designs which the branches and leaves of trees embroider across the sky, and I do not think that any invention of the human spirit could have a more graceful or precise origin."
Coco Chanel, April 29, 1939