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JIC JICJIC
They say old habits die hard. But I get the senses that some of them don’t
even die. Not really. They lie softly beneath the sheets of memory. And occasionally
with swift wrists, they snap up and drag a girl under. Like vampires or more specifically, a bad Dracula imitation rising
from the undead and B-rated
horror movies. But then again, perhaps
I’m in part to blame. Because its
not as if I’m not staring at the menu of
choice saying, “Oui Monsieur, I’ll have an order of self destruction with a side
by ~Anandi-E-09
NefariouslovesloveI always enjoy hearing others’ responsesNefariousloveslove
to my life. I’ve found especially that my love life, at least of late, produces the greatest reactions, in everyone I know. For some reason they all seem to forget, that as cold and strong as I play, I too have wants, and physical needs, just like they do. Perhaps it’s my tendency to flirt loudly, and with any remotely attractive guy; founded in that lingering insecurity from the days when I could only see myself as
fat and ugly. Perhaps it’s the fact that they’ve finally begun &nb
by ~Anandi-E-09
Words meet memories meet glass Words meet memories meet glassWords meet memories meet glass
They’re stuck there
again. The words, dangling on the tip of my tongue. Like the one kid who was always too scared to jump off the high dive, but still insisted on climbing up there every chance he got. It’s this waiting, that’s always killed me. Knowing that I have something to say, yet completely powerless
to force it from my soul. Even
more frustrating,
is the fact that I have no clue what exactly needs to be said. I could talk about the big things. The world at chaos, the gro
by ~Anandi-E-09
Just to annoy you Just to annoy you...Just to annoy you
No matter how she tried, she couldn’t help but enjoy his conversation. Perhaps, because it was not so much a conversation, as a battle of wills. They met with tongues drawn, smiling to salute, and set to fighting till she found herself swearing violently at him in anger, or he grew bored and moved on to something else. And unlike the rest he dared to not be gentle. And treated her, neither
like a delicate flower, nor a goddess to be worshipped and feared. In his eyes, she was perhaps no more than
by ~Anandi-E-09
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