DON'T FUCKING CHOSE DAILY DEVIATIONS THAT ARE GOING TO GIVE ME FUCKING SI/SUICIDE ATTEMPT FLASHBACKS, THANK YOU AND FUCK YOU ONCE AGAIN.
I'm going to curl up/hug my girlfriend like a stuffed animal/shake for a while now.


Neda 'Round the WorldA girl dies in the street; they write bad poetry. No time for gilding, for guilt. A girl is shot in the street: it is as simple as blood on blue jeans, as veil on pavement. Not a lark, not a star in the night a teenager, bones stretching longer, mind reaching farther, starting, encompassing herself, the system, the world the tangled relations of life so much more complex Than the trajectory between a rifle and her heart.Neda 'Round the World


Nesting in the DetailsYou have been lying on your side, Seroquel'd to the tune of a hundred milligrams twelve hours before, feeling as alert and mobile as a lump of concrete. Your frog eyed Vaseline nostriled roommate gave up bugging you to get up, and after a final "Ya just gonna sleep?", so did the nurses. It's two hours into the day, a wash-rinse-repeat cycle of something called "group," and you cannot care. You cannot care that missing group means they keep you longer, or even that you know the inability to move simultaneous with feeling you're about to explode are from the drugs they gave you, "to calm you down." YoNesting in the Details


CounselingIn the middle of a frozen lake, kneel. Place your bare hand on the ice. Tell me how it burns your palm, how slowly the little liquid outline gathers, the tiny noise of hairline cracks. Look into the water. Tell me how deep it is, describe its greeny-black hue, the cold, the wet, the endlessness. Tell me how solid it will be, when your hand, heat and pressure, finally splits the ice, when it closes over you. I know you know.Counseling


Make Hearts With Your HandsThe rarely-spoken lies under us like slats beneath a mattress. Once three words passed my lips and you echoed in confusion of adrenaline, nakedness and tears. Now they are foundation to slipped-around truths, undeclared by mouth, written by hand and arm, hair and lips in the eyes of the world.Make Hearts With Your Hands
I moved like a spy in my own country and you stood as a gangling guardian angel. In moon/street-light shades your fingers on my shoulder you were looking out for me.

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Grande Armée: IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAND DEGREES BELOW!!!!
Russian winter: No can has Grande Armée. Nom nom nom.
So, watchya doooooing? *hugegrin*
(Just killing time here xDDD)
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"Breath Deep, Seek Peace."
Andar es caminar
*rectifies this*
...Rectify is such an awkward-sounding word.
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~formerly ~sakurabatou and ~proximity-nine
"See you in ze funny papers, liebchen~"
BRAVE VESPERIA, FALL OUT!
If it helps, "rectify" comes from the Latin "rectus," for right.
...Actually, the root sounds even more awkward.
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Grande Armée: IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAND DEGREES BELOW!!!!
Russian winter: No can has Grande Armée. Nom nom nom.
...yes, indeed. Maybe we should stop discussing this word.
I'll take a look through your gallery as soon as I'm settled down at school---college prep has had me feeling a bit frantic...x.x
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~formerly ~sakurabatou and ~proximity-nine
"See you in ze funny papers, liebchen~"
BRAVE VESPERIA, FALL OUT!
ciao bella!
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Grande Armée: IT'S OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!
Russian winter: No can has Grande Armée. Nom nom nom.
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