Somehow everything I own smells of you.
Love the way you stop thinking when I hug you, and I know it.
Love the way you smell like a combination of cigarettes, sweat and strawberries.
I think it's all about the indie clubs.
Or I did, anyway.
Now I know it's all about when I can see you.
I know that if I called you at home, and you answered,
All I could think,
Would be how much I love you, honey.
I think I'll keep you, one day.
All I need, is too see the way you look at me when you think I can't see you.
To have the thoughts that hold me near you....
And now I see that it's not the roughest guys that feel the least.
You can feel.
I didn't pick that of you.
But I hope you feel this.
It's all of my love, and it's all of me, and it's yours.


(That was a rant for the sake of art. Raw emotion was cought and and twisted, changed and built. It's nothing to do with my life, much. And I'm damn happy.)

MOAR FREA TYIM!
Holidaysholidaysholidays.
Boredom.
N00b.
1337
UD
dA
MSN
Nobody online.
iTunes.
Scanner.
Homework.
Fun.
Working late,
Fucking around at home for no reason.
Drama.
Yay.
Should be alright.
Two weeks.

Daisy chains.
Warm sun.
New job.
Much fun.
Holidays.
I'm won.
Hopefully.
Cantact me.

Warm.
Loving?
Safe.
Thankyou?
Hope we can feel....
Soon?
I know you can.
But do you?

Ouch.
Half-hoped.
Now.
And I'll be enjoying it.
Talking pointlessly.
Forget to feel unloved,
Sometimes.
Thankyou-
For reminding me.

And if you can't be there,
If you can't see it...
Then it's not my fault,
When it's all over....

Boredom, Mindnumbing, insanity, period.
Hopefull, hopeless, unworry, crashed.

Censored consciousness.
Somehow selfish, stream of censored thoughts.....

"Solitudal-strength....."
Letters are fantastic.
*smiles*
...*giggles warmly*
I do like to write them ever so much.
Surely as much as I like to recieve them.
Possibly because I'm self-absorbed.
Though, the kind of people who'd bother to actually write/post letters, I tend to be interested in the lives of.
Particularly some people.
*grins*

I heard a rather racist, sexist piece of communication between two boys at school today.
"You're an asian. Asian Invasion."
"I'll invade your house."
"You can't do that, it's my property!"
"Well, so's your mum....."

Nasty.

“If you were planning to invade someone, you’d train your soldiers differently to if you were just standing there having an army."

Quotes that just have to be said:

"Mmm, negative tan..."

"Ouch! My raddish is soft!"

"I like my men with NEGATIVE TAN!"

"You have lunartan"

"EPIC SOCK TAN! We need foot tan."

"Why are you so lovely? I wanted that shriek."

"Oh my god! The carrots are upraising!"

"He's my FAVOURITE. I like him BEST. He isn't a PEODOPHILE!!"

"Nice.... boobs.... sir...."

"Wait, he was 67 METRES tall?" "No, he was 185cm tall. The MONUMENT is 67 meteres."

"Who, Tesler?"

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want aeroplane jelly!"

"Aie, aie, J'ai mal a la  poitrine, et j'ai envie de dormir, c'est panible. Et dans ma chambre, il y a un souvetements de quelqu'un, et votre mere."
(Ouch, ouch, I have a sore 'chest', and I need sleep, it's painfull. And in my bedroom I have somebody's underwear, and your mum.)

"I want THAT slave to propose to me!"

Wonder how you really feel.
Am I a pest?
When can I see you, feel your smile?
Why don't you believe me?
Insecure, wretched mess.
You're my happy hopelessness.
I can think about you all night and wake up best.
When will we reach eachother?
Over and out, I'll say.
Never will we have another, between us.
I think that what I'm feeling now is real.
I don't even think I can hurt you.
Whatever she says, believe her, now?
I want your warmth to be, forever.

Wow.
Miss you.
Loved,love you.
See, kissed you.
Hopes....
Never.
xxx

Thankyou.
You're welcome.
Gorgeously narrated.
Who said pillows are sexual?
Worried, worrying.
Love, perhaps.
Hope.