three hundred and twenty eight.
Wait till you doubt no more, wait till you know you’re sure, and you will wait too long. He will be gone. He will be gone.
three hundred and twenty seven.
I am bleeding with blood I’d give to you to be the way we were. I still feel the pain in my heart. Thoughts once pure are now diluted. I love the way your hair hangs over your eyes, crush me with your stare. If I could fly to you I would to be the way we were.
three hundred and twenty six.
Once again, you’ve missed the point. These strange explosions hit me like a fist of light.
three hundred and twenty five.
When you were here before, couldn’t look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry. Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want. You’re so fucking special, I wish I was special.
three hundred and twenty four.
The line broke, the monkey got choked. And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat.
three hundred and twenty three.
To see her was to love her. Love but her, and love forever.
three hundred and twenty two.
Round we go, round again circles. Play this game over again.
three hundred and twenty one.
Beautifully broken as a bird without wings. For all we have, what’s holding us back?
three hundred and twenty.
Maybe I love you, maybe I just like the sound. But if you disappear you’ll still hear when my heart hits the ground.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to...
three hundred and nineteen.
Most of every day is full of tired excuses. I wish it were simple but we give up easily. You’re the other side of the world to me.
three hundred and eighteen.
I should’ve told you that you’re good enough. I have trouble with living my life outside.
three hundred and seventeen.
I made a rope, can I throw it out to you? Still I have trouble with most days & nights.
three hundred and sixteen.
Because I’m stuck here on this island, and I’ve lost her all over again. Nothing gets better than memories when all you have are memories for friends. And I went searching when the lights went out. And just as things were looking up, we’re fucked. Don’t panic, because there’s nothing here to fear, just don’t lose imagination, or luck.
three hundred and fifteen.
He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else. It’s not always rainbows and butterflies, it’s compromise.
three hundred and fourteen.
Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.”
three hundred and thirteen.
Happy 200th Birthday, Charles John Huffam Dickens. “An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.” “Anything for the quick life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse.”
three hundred and twelve.
And you will never leave this place, and you will always feel alone. Until your old and broken bones are laid into their resting place just like the rest of human race.
three hundred and eleven.
Oh honey, don’t let me walk away from this. If I’m trying to fuck up my own life, then until I figure out why, I think it’s best you keep your distance, lest I fall in love. He chased me through the rain. Honey I’m going your way, I don’t think so.
three hundred and ten.
The star of hope, she leaves him. Dark despair around benights me.
three hundred and nine.
When it’s through it’s through, fate will twist the both of you. I’m the one who wants to be with you.