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BlissThe movie UP was really heartbreaking
As will the math finals next week be
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cloudsa dinner tableclouds
Every night he flies into a storm, gesturing with kitchen utensils until droplets are leaping off and around. His hands (though holding the spoon/knife/fork/chopstick) grow wild and wilder, and they're too busy watching to hear what he's saying.
It's a glorious feeling anyway, to him and them. For the moment.
some subway stairs
Every night she has the whole place to herself. It's empty and echoing and more than a little creepy, but there comes a feeling that only she can get, unfurling between her shoulders and inking into the air-- like smoke.
That disappears. L
by ~vermillionist
cities are exceptionsIt is the twelfth floor in a building sliced in thirty-one, and upstairs comes a terrible howling and screeching.cities are exceptions
Citywise, it’s alright.
The twelfth floor is enough to look down from the window and see a black shape moving through the street like a large, nervous butterfly. It is the man with no legs who begs through the night.
(Citywise, it’s alright.)
It is too high to see the rain when it falls, and no one can find the drops that camouflage in smog, hide behind gray buildings.
(Citywise—)
A shell grows in case one falls from the twelfth floor, an
by ~vermillionist
such in a place‘…somewhere in kansas there are no clock hands to stiffen time or tell when a ringing should guillotine the air.’such in a place
order is not missed in the wheat field that sways while the sky is grey, slathered with shivering clouds that lumber towards dawn like timid giants, wincing as the rooster crows.
‘one and two and eleven o’clock are foreign phrases in the flicking ears of mule and deer, nonchalant with the meddling dreams of men…’
here the philosophies of children bloom,
fleeting thoughts upon sucking an orange that bear
the weight of ol
by ~vermillionist
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braille is for the deaf"if nothing else,braille is for the deaf
become someone i can
think of with a smile."
but it turns to clouds on my tongue.
why does it always seems like
what we don't understand is somehow less beautiful?
silently, softly,
i could scream off the top of skyscrapers, pray in elevators, sing to floating dust;
but a tree that falls doesn't make a sound and on city streets, no one will look your way if blood is pouring from a gaping hole in
your heart.
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by ~InfinityOnTheRun
MY VIVID DAYby ~prema-ja
sunriseby *mediocre-matt
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- Favourite band or musician: sigur ros, coldplay, jason mraz, mae, five for fighting, imogen heap, eisley, oren lavie, anberlin
- Favourite genre of music: joe hisaishi, saint-saens, jack johnson, lifehouse, ben folds, dcfc, stars, owen pallett --
- Personal Quote: a dreamer (dreams she) never dies.
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