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[Dec. 7th, 2009|03:57 pm] |
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Surabaya?
Bandung?
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2009|07:04 pm] |
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and this is how we will always always be, i need it to always be this; special, empowered by our warped secrets and raw honesty. 10 years on, we will look for each other and it will be the same. that is a warm thought. i can count on you and you can count on me. thats enough. |
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| velocity girl |
[Nov. 30th, 2009|01:33 pm] |
i cannot fucking run away anymore. i have to make a decision because theres too much tears and pain on the line that im causing someone i really shouldnt be hurting. should i stay or should i go? and how long more am i to be this way, hit a road block whenever my emotions come to visit. and i cant do in betweens because its unfair. there is no such thing as in between when somebody loves you. Wake the fuck up, dee. Leave and dont look back to what it could have been or stay and figure your shit out.
Oh velocity girl
What makes you go so fast
Is it the speed you're taking
I can't keep up with you
Can't stand to be alone
Think you should be with me
Just want to stay here in your arms
Try harder to stay put
Understand me when I say
Please don't leave today
I don't know what I'm thinking
Please just stay with me
Just want to stay here in your arms
Oh velocity girl
Can I touch your hand
Can I move it here
Don't you understand? |
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| Marina Tsvetaeva |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|05:28 pm] |
I like the fact that you’re not mad about me,
I like the fact that I’m not mad for you,
And that the globe of planet earth is grounded
And will not drift away beneath our shoes.
I like the fact that I can laugh here loudly,
Not play with words, feel unashamed and loose
And never flush with stifling waves above me
When we brush sleeves, and not need an excuse.
I like the fact that you don’t feel ashamed
As you, before my eyes, embrace another,
I like the fact that I will not be damned
To hell for kissing someone else with ardor,
That you would never use my tender name
In vain, that in the silence of the church’s towers,
We’ll never get to hear the sweet refrain
Of hallelujahs sung somewhere above us.
With both, my heart and hand, I thank you proudly
For everything, - although you hardly knew
You loved me so: and for my sleeping soundly,
And for the lack of twilight rendezvous,
No moonlit walks with both your arms around me,
No sun above our heads or skies of blue,
For never feeling - sadly! - mad about me,
For me not feeling - sadly! - mad for you. |
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