So, more rowing.
We do have a meet the first day of school, yes? But it's not the tryout? The tryout is the 11th? Does that mean we're learning the basics on Friday, Saturday, and Monday and then the tryouts?
TattooHe wrote his name upon my arms andTattoo by StrengthInEdits
covered it with my sparkly nail polish.
He told me not to forget him
I painted my arms with liquid glitter
and let the ink become tattoos.
I am a canvas devoted to my love and
I have his soul inside my blood.
Tangerine DreamYou and me,Tangerine Dream by StrengthInEdits
we lived in a tangerine dream,
and you, my sweet, you were my queen,
my queen of pulp and shiny things,
and we ate cream cakes and peach tarts,
and things with carved out pits for hearts.
Remember, sweet, the nectar of clouds
where we danced the grounds
near orange houses with citrus for air
and all the time, without a care.
Remember me, sweet, I was your king,
king of death and firey things,
and we reigned together, you and me,
but then you died; now I reign thee.
wtf.i used to have respect for ms. elana.wtf. by moonlightviolet
now, it is gone.
all of it.
what the actual fuck.
she gave a bajillion page packet to fill out FOR A TEST GRADE while watching an amazing movie, which forced me to like NOT ACTUALLY WATCH IT and is now forcing me to give up my weekend and chase down obscure websites to find the answers to these fucking ridiculous thinking questions. they're like all the same anyway! wtf.
The Stars and MeThe stars are no longer speaking to me.The Stars and Me by manadrake
I suppose we're on uncertain terms.
This day, we were meant to talk of tomorrow,
write love letters to each other and paint
dim yellow light, white sparkling lines,
in the crevasses of each other's faces,
I can't bring myself to - Can't warm fingers
against the bones of things I should have done.
And this is the way it has fallen, autumn brown,
beautiful piles of useless abandon soon forgotten.
the reasons we come to love each other,
all those sparkling drops of eternity,
cuddling close to bare skin, sweat stained,
and smelling of home, and peace, and comfort.
Surely, those things persist with us.
I cant help but wonder what the moon has offered.
Can't help but struggle to watch eye-corner secrets
And slowly understand how cold the light was,
how it fell upon me almost grudgingly,
in such a display of pity that I believed in more.
then it is night time. Everyone hears a sweet voice,
watches the soft glowing dance,
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