Nostalgia,I need to write some new stuff,
But I'm waiting for my inspiration/a muse.
Any volunteers? (:
lucky numbers,you sigh in frustation and tell me i have four excuses for everything, i scream back that you have seven completely different personalities, you pull me close and whisper that together we make eleven and eleven's your lucky number.lucky numbers,
i push you off of me and tell you i've wished on 11:11 every night for ten years and haven't been lucky yet. you laugh, pick me up and carry me to the bedroom where you throw me down on the bed.
"what's your lucky number?" you ask me, kissing a circle around my navel,
"seven", i say smiling.
dollhouse,when i was seven, my father bought me a dollhouse for my birthdaydollhouse,
i would sit in my room in front of my dollhouse for hours, creating a family i felt reflected my own. a hardworking loving father, a devoted mother, a sensible son and a dreamer of a daughter.
- a pretty house, a close knit family, a perfection only seen in timber and plastic.
when i was ten my hardworking loving father doll left my house of perfection and relocated to a new dollhouse by the beach with sandy the blonder, slimmer doll, and my mother went off to work from 9-5
the sensible son pretended he didn't care,
- the dreamer
cut off circulation,you tell me i write too much, slam down the glass and sit down opposite me,cut off circulation,
i look up from chewing my pen, challenging you to press me on it.
"what are you always writing about?" you ask.
i bite my lip.
"life. love. death. secrets. lies, whatever"
you do that little thing you always do with your eyebrows when you're not satisfied and i return the unsaid comment with an icy stare.
"am i in there?" you ask, flashing me one of your confident, collected smiles that used to make me weak at the knees.
i look up for a second and glance back down. &nb
i am,i am vindicated, selfish and wrong.i am,
i am human, and i am ever-changing.
i cannot be explained in a word, sentence or paragraph.
i am flawed. i am cleaning up so well.
i will never have all the answers.
but i will never stop asking questions.
i am constantly in the pursuit of "perfection". ...though i'm yet to actually define it.
i am every cliche and every contradiction.
i am a nihilst. i am a universalist. i am everything inbetween.
predominantly, i am cont
the 35 universal truths1) Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.the 35 universal truths
2) At the end of every party there is always a girl crying.
3) One of the most awkward things that can happen in a pub is when your pint-to-toilet cycle gets synchronized with a complete stranger.
4) You've never quite sure whether it's ok to eat green crisps.
5) Everyone who grew up in the 80's has entered the digits 55378008 into a calculator.
6) Reading when you're drunk is horrible.
7) Sharpening a pencil with a knife makes you feel really manly.
8) You're never quite sure whether it's against the law or not to have a fire in your back
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i believe my life will be beautiful, and, because i do,
it will be so.
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The lower I fall; The higher I'll fly.
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i believe my life will be beautiful, and, because i do,
it will be so.
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listen to iwrestledabearonce and u will fall in love
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if you're falling off a building you may as well try to fly... what have you got to lose?
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