I'll RememberI’ll remember Your eyes of green, The night you pulled my arm To your body, held my hand, And fell asleep.I'll Remember
HopeThey say hope is among the best of things. The bastards.Hope
Hope is agonizing in the feeble glow
of an empty room, Loving and hating only to hear “maybe next time.” It’s questioning and wanting and fumbling for the words she doesn’t want to hear, trying to express something and allowing yourself to smile before you weep and
laugh and
gasp
uncontrollably, before you break down and mock existence
for the joke it is. (farce)
So we’ll talk and laugh, then I’ll drea
SketchSometimes, on a warm summer day, a blue, cloudless sky isn’t enough of anything. Only when a breeze stirs the grass do you remember that you are alive. Sitting there, watching others, timidly wanting them. Wanting more than they are. Wanting the past.Sketch
“Why did you say that?”
“I was trying to recreate a moment I lived. A moment when I was happy.”
“So you’re not happy?”
“Not quite—
—not at all.”
“Is it me”
It can’t be said like that. It’s nothing you are, it’s not
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"You never can be too thin, too rich, have too many cores, or have too much memory."
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You know, I still find you dashing
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You know, I still find you dashing
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You know, I still find you dashing
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