| i'm graduating.
i like parties.
i don't want to move.
i want summer to last for a good long time.
i'm really content right now.  |
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| Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda
http://www.poemhunter.com/pablo-neruda/poems/poet-6638/page-1/
Do yourself a favor and read. |
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| You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama .
yep this whole high school thing is getting a little immature for me.
i'm done with xanga cause all it does is cause drama. seriously, we're seniors, get a freaking life. |
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| fiddler on the roof.
come. |
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| it's 9:47 and i don't have to go to school yet. lovely. i'm almost bored. mensch this weekend. yay! come see fiddler. |
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