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SimplifiedHow come the sky is falling down tonight? How come I cannot write tonight? How come you've never ever seemed so unappealing?Simplified
Yet I wanna feel the rush through my veins; losing control of my brain. I quite like it, but I don't think I'm supposed to. I don't think life will let me.
And I don't want you to touch me anymore. No I don't want you to interfere with my dreams. Stay away.
But don't move too far. I'm not sure whether this is good or bad. If this is me, or someone else.
It's so easy when I'm force
by ~nannakatrine
Don't let it get to youIt was an early morning. The air was cold and crisp and the white fences down the street were covered with soft, sparkly frost. Everything was very quiet and she thought to herself that had her hearing been just slightly better, she would have been able to hear the sound of her own heartbeat create an echo that would swagger from house to house until it reached the end on the world. Her hearing wasn't that good, though.Don't let it get to you
She was wearing that red scarf her mom had made for her ages ago. Back then she thought it was embarrassing to wear something her mom had knitted, but now she didn't care about things like that anymore. She had grown up
by ~nannakatrine
Hey you"Hey you." "Oh.. hi.. Hi, how are you?" "I'm good." "Glad to hear it."Hey you
His eyes are still the same colours as I remember them to be.
"Having fun?" "Yeah, it's cool." "Music's a bit shit though." "I agree." "Not like Klaxons."
I smile. He remembers. Of course he does.
"Good times."
He laughs. I smile again, happy that he finds me entertaining.
"So. How have you been?"
Since when, I wonder. Since almost two years ago, the first time we met?
"Okay. I… Mhm, I've been okay." "Good." "Wha
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Tonightby ~nannakatrine
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it's all for the best7:00 ding dong, ding dong. it's already dark outside and i know who it is before i run upstairs to open the door. "hey, guys." "you're still coming, right?" "i don't think my parents are home." "come on, please!" "i guess i can write them a note." "yeah, do that. come in, will you?" they step inside, out of the wind.it's all for the best
it's not cold outside, just windy--the type of windy night where voices seem to be speaking out of creaky tree branches. the letters across the page are clumsily scrawled. i feel like a child learning to write. i had to get out of here. i didn't care a
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Scientistby `kris-wilson
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- Current Residence: home is where the heart is.
- Interests: the sky and everything beneath and above it. I'm versatile.
- Favourite band or musician: loads like; music is my oxygen.
- Favourite genre of music: indie, nu rave, anti-folk, grime, 60s, 70s, 80s, alternative, rock, post-punk, british, lyrical etc.
- Favourite artist: yer ma (I'm being funny).
- Favourite poet or writer: sartre, jonathan safran foer, isabel allende.
- MP3 player of choice: zen v plus, but it's starting to fail me. ):
- Favourite game: guitar hero!
- Personal Quote: it's PERSONAL. ]:<
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/nannaxkatrine
- Email: nanna-katrine@gram-lange.dk
- MSN: nanna_katrine92@hotmail.com
Good times.
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