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Baby it's cold outside.There's no way to explain that feeling when you get your first Christmas present. Its complete elation, mixed in with an excitement and curiosity that you cannot contain- and when you bake that feeling, it becomes something entirely different. I always find that when Christmas first kicks in, I'm a little apprehensive about the amount of money I'm going to spend. But then, you know as well as I do, that is not at all what Christmas is supposed to be about. If it was supposed to be about Jesus, something went wrong. I don't think that was always the intention though- perhaps the reason Christmas was born was to bring toBaby it's cold outside.
by ~fudgeandbiscuits
We don't take angelsYou can't count the numbers that run those lights.We don't take angels
It takes too long to empty your mouth of the moths.
You can't say that you never tried to stop them.
There is always a 'but'.
There is nothing that can clear the fog that haunts you.
The worst part
is that I think you can see through me.
I think you know.
by ~fudgeandbiscuits
In the end,My stomach has become a vacuum for anything I could ever comprehend; I am slowly disappearing into myself. Everything that I would say, want to say, I know that I won't. I regret something that hasn't even happened yet; for I am so certain that there is no other option. Words are nothing compared to the weapons of the mind, and I am completely defeated by you. Is there really anything else I can say?In the end,
&nbs
by ~fudgeandbiscuits
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The ChildrenWe saw nothing strange about the children conceived after the fire that destroyed our village. Women worked and waited through their nine months as usual. Huts and yards were rebuilt as winter swallowed autumn. The charcoal-scarred ground beneath our new huts was rubbed clean by bare feet and mud. As summer burned through the green of spring, the women gave birth. Only the midwife murmured her surprise; seven births in two days. Four girls, three boys.The Children
They grew into a gaggle of half-naked screaming children. Seven wild eyed creatures who ran through the village for the first four years of the
by ~findmeastorm
your skin.i loved the way we left our bodies, bare to show.your skin.
to feel what warm could be.
what need means.
or the push of
hearts against ribs.
(my reminder.)
my fingers are telling me, ill never feel
a touch like this again.
that no ones lips will ever fit this perfectly.
can i push my face against yours, and feel your hands
fill the holes?
can i have your skin?
your skin.
your skin. &nbs
by ~poetic-abortion
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- Current Residence: the UK.
- Favourite movie: Notting Hill <3
- Favourite genre of music: dance, I guess.
- Favourite artist: pooossibly Salvador Dali.
- Favourite style of art: photography.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: Twister. :3
- Favourite cartoon character: Lisa Simpson
- Personal Quote: "Hell Bitch." xD (unless you are Aimée, you won't understand thatttt.)
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