three hundred and seventy seven.
And you, with your newborn eyes, have you ever loved a man like I love him?
Do you hurt but still feel alive? Like never before.
May 2012
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Do you hurt but still feel alive? Like never before.
three hundred and seventy six.
Would you ever have known those words were for you?
I’ll be your distraction.
three hundred and seventy five.
Love means never having to say you’re sorry. However, it is with sincere regret that I must now kill all of you.
If a man can become a monster, then a monster can become a man.
three hundred and seventy four.
We’ve been fighting lately, we’ve been fighting with the wolves.
We lost faith, in the arms of love.
three hundred and seventy three.
Fuck you Grey’s Anatomy. You have broken my little heart.
three hundred and seventy two.
I will be chasing your starlight until the end of my life.
You electrify my life.
three hundred and seventy one.
All of these problems, they’re all in your head.
You took something perfect and painted it red.
three hundred and seventy.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
three hundred and sixty nine.
It’s easy to defeat someone but it’s a lot harder to win someone.
I am all yours, so please be all mine.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2141256/Grief-stricken-cat-owner-44-killed-death-beloved-tabby.html
I totally sympathise with this guy and understand his reasons. Life is fucking shit sometimes.
three hundred and sixty eight.
There’s a port on the western bay, and it serves a hundred ships a day. Lonely sailors pass the time away, and talk about their home.
The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you would be. And your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea.”
three hundred and sixty seven.
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back so shake him off.
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t. So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope. And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope, it’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
three hundred and sixty six.
“I gave him my heart, and he took it and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.”
“People feel with their hearts, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.”
