My Hair Smells Like Cigarettes

by blackvomit
Image hosting by Photobucket Dream? I never do. Why am I blinking and waking up with a smile? A grin? A giggle? Why did it feel so real. With someone who will always say "no" ? But it was rough and it was awesome and it was real, but totally not, but totally was. I'm sore, like I did way too many push ups for my own good, but it was me being forced down. We were playing, but that part was real. Before the dream. Before the fake. Love the gravity. Love the weight. And that was real, even though I shouldn't say it was. How many of us can get in trouble? Snicker. Chuckle. Giggle.
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i like the line i wrote too... it also makes me think of things ;D

this entry of yours lets my mind run wild .. i don't know why.

i don't know if we will ever when. but i believe that sooner or later everybody gets what they want... hopefully that'll be us too.
and perhaps we already have want we'll need later. When later comes we won't have it...
of course we'll have things. i know we will. we have to.
"in love" is a good thing. when they are "in love" back.
Amanda. i have something for you to know if knowing is what your heart desires...and knowing could possibly be what you already know..but i need to talk to you because talking is what we used to do and all of that is so faded now days. and im sick of it. being faded. like that. -katie. (Mccluer, that is)