| First part of my "Forbidden Love" series. In support of gay/bi rights. Because we all deserve to love and be loved. |


nostalgia"do you remember when we were young?" of course you do, how could you forget? though i seriously doubt you remember the piddling pieces. i'm gazing at you now. i'm stepping slowly forward. i'm leaning towards you. i'm whispering softly in your ear. "come here, let me remind you."nostalgia
it's a truly famous fact; kids like to draw. children like shapes. lines link together creating stars, diamonds, dogs and cats in the eerie classroom, which smelt of daisies and the faint scent of ink. all of our memories, written on paper and stored in files. locked away
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| These are my writings. Poems, short stories, ideas, thoughts, imagination. |


Locks and KeysI always said he needed a haircut, not to mention a shave. The thick rust-coloured locks made it difficult to find the keyhole in the back of his skull, and his stubble always scratched me when we kissed.Locks and Keys
My fingers found the small slot reinforced with metal and I slipped the key inside. I felt the serrated teeth lock, and turned.
He came to life, blinking and yawning. I pocketed the key as he kissed me in greeting. I smiled. There was no such thing as morning breath with this guy.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"But of course I'm ready. It's going


You, Me, and the FirefliesThere's a stable that holds consistency and horses and men who don't know the difference. There are fireflies- nature's dusk, flashlights, and men who put them in jars.You, Me, and the Fireflies
Like how they think every person is a star.
We are not stars. We are people. Do not mistake us for being brighter than we are. Don't put light on our faces and say "look how bright she shines!" Shining does not make a creature divine.
We are made in the image of who? So why do we personify the things we are not.
Stars get names. Babies get names.
Take the sky for w


chem.mystery.chem.mystery.
i'm lost on the way home from a memory, flipping through blank pages and trying to come up with a plan for tomorrow, when everything all falls apart and i fall with it, down into an abyss.
for now my head is filled with tossing words. death dying world wars pain plagues shakespeare you you you. there's nothing a little water can't clear, but maybe my tears will stain the sea black with bitterness.
for now i'm flipping through valency tables, solubility charts (how fast will the salt in my rain dissolve?) and wondering why i didn't memorise this twofr
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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Drop me a line!
Talk to me about anything. The alarm clock that sits at an angle on your bedside to your need for someone to pick you up when you fall.
I will pick you up.
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"I must remember it has always been like this: those Trojan women learning their fates; the simple sharpness of the guillotine. A filigree of cruelty adorns every culture." (Linda Pastan A Rainy Country)
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Drop me a line!
Talk to me about anything. The alarm clock that sits at an angle on your bedside to your need for someone to pick you up when you fall.
I will pick you up.
Means a lot to me.
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Drop me a line!
Talk to me about anything. The alarm clock that sits at an angle on your bedside to your need for someone to pick you up when you fall.
I will pick you up.
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Read any good books lately?
If you don't see me later, it'll most likely be because my internet connection is crap and I needed to go to bed. So in case I don't see ya, talk later! Goodnight and take care!
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Drop me a line!
Talk to me about anything. The alarm clock that sits at an angle on your bedside to your need for someone to pick you up when you fall.
I will pick you up.
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Read any good books lately?
But you rock too...Sooo...
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Drop me a line!
Talk to me about anything. The alarm clock that sits at an angle on your bedside to your need for someone to pick you up when you fall.
I will pick you up.
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