so i was wondering...and since all of you are beautiful people and inspire me anyway, i was wondering if you could tell me random beautiful things.
like how rain makes everything glitter and nails are almost the color of chalk and i don't have anything to say or type but the sound of my fingers typing relaxes me, somehow.
tell me what you saw when you looked in the mirror or how you caught a rainbow last night and you can see a waterfall in paperclips if the light is right and -
i don't know. i really don't have any inspiration and none of that made any sense.
anyway. inspire me and i'll love you forever [not that i don't already, of course.]
edit: so, i don't have time to reply to all of your beautiful comments this time.
i'm sorry. my parents have limited my computer time, but if it counts for anything, i read through all of them.
i love you guys, you know.
anddd if we've at least talked before, you could send me a note with your msn and i'll add you. =]
if you want to, of course.
<3
Cheerful
Devious Comments
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Can someone help me find my llama?
you should write about tall blades of grass.
or book spines.
or broken speakers.
or 1000 piece puzzles.
or keyboards that dont have "i" or "u" on them.
and how it isnt an accident.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.well....
its raining right now,
and all the drops are tip-tapping on my neighbour's tin shed. that sound always helps me sleep
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So when the birds fly south,
I'll reach up and hold their tails.
mm, i love those.
Moonlight on wet asphalt.
Sunlight on wet grass.
Tear drops on pillows.
Stuffed animals.
Parachute balls.
Pressed flowers.
Victorian dresses.
"Love," as a closing to a letter.
Ahh, I'll get back to you with more.
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sweetheart, i am NOT sorry.
new account: [link]
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.Keyboards with the "i" and the "u" switched.
[mine was like that once, and it took me a good week to figure it out, because I generally type without looking.]
Pretty things [in this alyssa's opinion]:
x. How when you hold your hand so that your fingers point downward in the shower, the water drips off your fingertips. [random, yes.]
x. Really goregous window displays that use something you totally would never imagine, like jars of honey, or torn bits of rags.
x. This plant I found at the abandoned hospital the other day, growing out of a bucket of broken glass.
x. Someone sitting on the beach, playing an instrument, just for the sake of playing, not for tips.
x. A handwritten letter.
x. A brilliantly sparkling bead found in a crack on the sidewalk, in the not-so-great part of town, at dawn.
x. Turtles. On a rock. At a pond. Just being TURTLES.
Goodness those were random. o.O;
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tell me you love me,
come back to haunt me,
oh and i rush to the start.
but i will say that people are songs because some of them are always in my head
and time waits for no one
;]
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All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
~Edgar Allen Poe
black ice, when the moon hits it and your frosty breath and a single-lit lampost and a fur-trimmed parka hood and soft suede snow boots in fresh powder on a back-country road.
how california's beaches look at twilight, with the sand turning blue with shadow and orange with the sunset.
when a child loses it's first tooth.
martini olives in a glass on a black velvet drape.
i'm out of ideas.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
the way the tune of songs melt in your head as you lay back on a soft pillow and stare out the window at the cotton-candy clouds drifting past, nowhere to go, not stopping. or the brilliant tiny stars scattered about the sky that make pictures of the things you think of most.
that was super cheesy but i love doing that :3
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Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
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