Ridiculous and ThrivingFalling in love with a man twenty-seven years older than you is decidedly inadvisable. I heartily recommend against doing it even if it seems like he is the only one who understands all the little things (like only missing people when you finally see them again). Even if you're always laughing with him or given something new and interesting to think about. It is not a good idea.Ridiculous and Thriving
It will hurt those evenings you have no one to talk to. People will notice how much time you spend together. Some friends will get it. Your mom will ask just in case there is something going on in between you two. You'll laugh and lie- just friends. You'l
Not What I Meant To SayI'm not going to lie; (ahaha so are you not honest?)Not What I Meant To Say
I've always felt different from other people. (are we not all different? just like everybody else.)
I've wondered if I was switched at birth or maybe The product of an otherworldly being. (you could argue that we're all pretty otherworldly ourselves)
And maybe I don't belong here on earth because I have such odd thoughts sometimes that I think I can't possibly be normal. (what is this thing you call 'normal'?)
I'm going to be totally honest with you... (yes, let's be frank)
...an
Flicker OutWe float away on dusty clouds Apocalypse closer then before We want for a saviour He'll have his dirty work cut out for him. Hard work. Please save us, we beg From pedestals on high Sunburnt by our aspirations; Yet all the more willing to go higher The saviour will respond, make no mistake We never like the answer. He, still on Earth's stepping stones. Our horizons smoky and insincere We can't hide on our dusty clouds. We'll burn and fall, screaming. Saviour, catch us! break your back become desert-red, an easy target. He picks us up, dusts uFlicker Out
Have an Autumn SeatThe sky was dark blue. Blueberry blue. A cool wind rustled the trees. Leaves swept about, leading your gaze to a half-hidden bench. It was autumn and the bench hid itself quite well amongst the trees.Have an Autumn Seat
The bench had the worn look of something that had seen many seasons. It was made of chopped wood and bark, blending in well enough with the trees but still looking like a lost child. Leaves were strewn about in Mother Nature's artful way. Crunch, crunch, crunch.
You stop to rest, wishing for hot chocolate or that one person to share this with. You hope they are okay, wherever they are. The sounds of the city are distant
I'm going away!
Pleased
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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