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Originally posted by loseyourname Beautiful person: Any man, born on the 30th of November in the year 1980, whose name is Adam.
Beauty: All of the traits possessed by this man.
Sometimes when I look at you I cry inside, and I can't help but smile at the fact that you don't, and probably never will realize how beautiful I think you are. Not in physical appearance, though I guess you've got that covered too.
Originally posted by Anonymouse Sometimes when I look at you I cry inside, and I can't help but smile at the fact that you don't, and probably never will realize how beautiful I think you are. Not in physical appearance, though I guess you've got that covered too.
If you don't tell me immediately that you are not talking about me, I'm buying a gun first thing in the morning tomorrow.
Ok, never mind. Why didn't the quote show up the first time I opened the thread? Looks like I'm buying a gun tomorrow.
Originally posted by loseyourname If you don't tell me immediately that you are not talking about me, I'm buying a gun first thing in the morning tomorrow.
Ok, never mind. Why didn't the quote show up the first time I opened the thread? Looks like I'm buying a gun tomorrow.
You've got these amazing dreams, these plans these goals you'll never be able to achieve them, not even a small portion of the huge swelling mass of thought'y matter in your head. All I can think is that we're all quite lucky it's somewhat contained. It's like. I want to be that way, I want to feel how you feel, dream like you. I want that star locked gaze, I just want to be able to believe that you're right, that such things are possible.
Originally posted by Anonymouse You've got these amazing dreams, these plans these goals you'll never be able to achieve them, not even a small portion of the huge swelling mass of thought'y matter in your head. All I can think is that we're all quite lucky it's somewhat contained. It's like. I want to be that way, I want to feel how you feel, dream like you. I want that star locked gaze, I just want to be able to believe that you're right, that such things are possible.
Are you high right now? What the hell are you talking about? My faith (yes, I said faith) in the human potential to understand?
Oh look, you hit 6000 posts. See, dreams do come true.
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