I’d always had a hard time making new friends. I got nervous in unfamiliar social settings, so I would say the wrong thing or become withdrawn, so it took time for people to warm up to me. Maybe I just needed time here too.
I thought maybe, just maybe they were alright, maybe they'd run to Liberty Island for refuge and been safe there and were just waiting for us, waiting for rescue but then I smelled them and I knew. I knew they weren't alright at all. Give me your tired, your poor, your wretched refuse, my brain repeated over and over, a mantra.
You're not very nice. Just like me. Why do we change, I wonder? I was always so sweet... Books don't even excite me like they used to. There's always someone inside me saying, 'Things aren't that easy!" I'm not very nice.
Just Aaron Warner smiling :)
It’s the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of
smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and I realize I’ve never
seen him like this before. I’ve never even seen his teeth—so straight, so white,
nothing less than perfect. A flawless, flawless exterior for a boy with a black,
black heart. It’s hard to believe there’s blood on the hands of the person I’m
staring at. He looks soft and vulnerable—so human. His eyes are squinting from
all his grinning and his cheeks are pink from the cold.
Outside your room, your sister's spinning
But she laughs, tells me she's just fine
I guess she's out there somewhere
Bayılacağım şimdi...
A little gasp escapes from her lips and her heart skips a beat. She looks at his eyes.
"untill done" with me? What is that mean? Are you going to use me and throw me away?"
He notices the catch in her breath and the skip in her heartbeat. She's falling hard, she's weak and submissive now, and it's driving him crazy.
"Use you and throw you away?" He can't help but laugh slightly at the question as he strokes her cheek with his thumb. "Oh, no, little pet no, no..."
He leans in even closer to her now, his mouth just inches from hers, his voice getting raspy and low.
"I'm making you belong to me..."
I overflow (a poetic joke)
Here I stand,
A majestic cascade,
In my hand,
A rose about to fade,
It was my friend,
Must rescue her from the dead,
I overflowed and killed it instead.
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Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away
I missed you and things weren't the same
Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me want to die
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue, I'm sorry about all things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds, and baby the way you make my world go round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry:
This time I think I'm to blame it's harder to get through the days
You get older and blame turns to shame
Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried it's never too late to make it right
sorry!
“And I was fine. I was even observing the scenery. You can imagine, me looking at scenery, on the road every week of my life. But it’s so beautiful up there, Linda, the trees are so thick, and the sun is warm. I opened the windshield and just let the warm air bathe over me.”
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Is that too much to ask?...
He's eyes narrow, a dark glint flashing in them. "Oh, you really are asking for it, pet. You just don't know when to stop, do you?" Without warning, his hand grips her jaw tightly. "You're mine to discipline, pet. And I intend to show you exactly what happens when you disrespect your superiors." He brings his lips close to hers, their breath mingling. "You will learn to kneel before me, my pet. And you'll soon realize that I am the master of control."
"But let me just tell you something about Ministers of Culture: in places where there is a Minister of Culture it means there is no culture."
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Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, you the best
Didn’t every woman feel like a little girl when their dad gave them a good hug? Didn’t everyone just want to stay there until the monsters went away?
No?
Well, good for you and your independence then. Pop some champagne and celebrate. Congrats, you made it into adulthood. Me, not so much. I would take my dad’s hugs over anything.
