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when the potter has ten yearsi got this feeling tonight, that something was finally in place. i don't really know what it was, but i felt like i was more than a little girl. anyway i still like to lick the cake batter off of spoons. i found this old picture that seemed to have strayed from it's original album. it was water-stained and marked with age, but you could still make out the picture it was me, six years old and sitting at the table in that apron grandma made me i was smiling too, which wasn't very surprising. i was pleased from day one. you learn to trust in things whether or not they've let you down, it's a good rwhen the potter has ten years
by ~LipstickandBruises
you and i are not saintswe are all bad people at some point in time. we've all been found at our worst, or will be before we wither and die. so it's pointless to claim yourself a saint and to condemn others. i have recognized my own stains, and as terrible as they look on paper, i have repented and promise to all that is good, that i will never again repeat them. but as i have been told, reflection is key, and i've been searching for the key for quite sometime. now that i've felt the wear and tear of being a backup girl, i could never play with someone's heart again. it makes me nautious to even think that i ever thought what i was doing was humane. to meyou and i are not saints
by ~LipstickandBruises
evenings spent searchingwe were talking, you and i, about fate and chance. i'd never really felt inclined to speak to anyone about that subject because i'd always realized that every current situation is not able to be altered. but today, on the drive there, we talked of 'what ifs' and 'whys'. of course, the conversation ended in an accepting tone, and we decided it's a wonderful thing to be a part of chance. but really, i considered in my mind, the most secretive place. if i had never met you, where would i be? i mean, right now. it would still be 85 degrees outside on a wednesday night. those things cannot be changed. i then dismissed the thought again, for the sevenings spent searching
by ~LipstickandBruises
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I really like what you've written. Keep it up.
I love you both, but you're both acting like fucking three year olds... with ADHD and only one eye. Both of you, seriously, need to grow up. I do not want to hear any bullshit you may have to offer about one or the other not trying to be friends. I don't care if you are never friends, but at least don't be enemies. If anyone feels the same way, please let me know.
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Masquerade and revel in your opulence.
Writhe unfettered by your stabs at ignorance.
Swim through hues and whispered tones of heresy,
A dozen strokes to run your blood cold enough to believe
Remember me?
And you have been given a bag of gummy bears to throw back!
So throw them at the next innocent person that standing near you!
RULES!!!
1-You must throw gummy bears at at least '6' people!
Your ammunition!
2-You can't throw a gummy bear at the person who threw one at you.
3-Unfortunately, you can't eat them.
4-Start spreading the gummy bear throwing love around DA!
Let the chucking commence!
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