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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

North by north occupacia

The sunbeam, that wave of rightness, those nervous fireflies.

What was the best for me was a regret for you?

Where does that leave you? And me? I can't say us anymore. That is in the past, one saturated in radiance here, and tempered with
dark
there-

it leaves you with your friends. The ones that don't know. The ones with no clue as to what you said you'd do. What you said you wanted to do. What you about wanting me.

It leaves me with the same.

But you're the one who came out ahead.

Somehow. Hell if I understand it.

tSop

But please tell me, what am I supposed to do?

Oh yeah, forget that I'm "make a decision."Forget that I don't worry. Forget everything you've ever known or thought about me.

Why?

Because you've already forgotten what you felt for me, right?

A kiss has never meant that much before. 

I'm so fucking fed up with her shit

You're just a parasite
You've ran from every fight
Worming you way through a special heart
Tearing those that care apart.

Come out from the shadows you bitch.

broken hearts Tessellate tonight

Your friends don't understand because you don't yourself. Understand yourself. Understand it, and why you acted that way.

A shoulder can only function as a crutch for so long. Eventually, the boy wants his shoulder back.
Not only is it a struggle for her to acclimate to not having a crutch, but it's tough for the boy to realize that he can shape
things.
That it is all permeable, it is all moldable, and that he needs to exercise this capability.


Or just not live. Renounce life.

Is it easier? I swear, by everything I love, that I have never considered this.

A lot of people do this. Ask yourself what meaning your life has. Please?

The March, The Parade, The Problem of Pain

It is frustrating. You, good sir, you have tried. You have not always succeeded. But my, have you tried. You get the grades. You get the praise. You have not irrevocably failed anyone. You have always recovered, be it through hard-work, charm, or maybe just a lucky break.

It does not always work. I am sorry...and I do not say that lightly.

The first time you slip, sir, the tide that you have held back(sometimes with you back pressed against the wall) will break. It will fall forth, spilling over everything you have tried to create. But all of that is transcendent. It will not last.

And by God son, you do it again, and neither will you.

It just happens

It just so happens that things might move too quickly. It just so happens that it works out perfectly enough that you do not seem concerned. It just so happens that I had hope in this, hope in you, hope in us.

It just so happens that I myself am hopeless. Without it, can one really sober up, discard the inebriation, and claw through the cobwebs that my heart has spun?

You, spider. You took up residence in my heart. Quickly, too quickly. Too short. Too much. Too much of you, not enough of you, and not enough time for you.

It just so happens that I really fell for you.

Putting things in the past tense doesn't help enough.