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Love, or something ignites in my veins

...and I pray it never fades

4 January
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Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last

It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

aren't I lovely
and do you want me?
cause I am hungry
and searching for something real
can you see me
and do you love me
cause I am desperate and searching for something real?

It all comes down to intention. Nothing is sacred. Everything that has a perceived value becomes commodified.

Originality is a rarity. It is something that is perceived to be because ones own mind has conceived it. The individual mind cannot be blamed for its thought process, nor can it be held accountable for another's.

Watch your television sets. Listen to that music and enjoy it. But bear in mind that somewhere along the way, someone's mind conceived the idea.

Conceive. To create. To form or develop in the mind. The idea of cognition simply points out that the thought process is possible. Analyzation takes this a step farther. It is possible to be original.

Even the mere illusion of conception is of value.

Nothing is sacred, but don't lose hope. Value your words because most of the world won't. Don't lose what is yours because you never know when such a thought will ever come by again. Keep it for your own, and think it for yourself.

Am I Living it Right?

any love that is love is right.
francesca lia block

If I don't do it, I'll regret it.
It's a chance I have to take.

I want to fly across the ocean like the seagulls at dusk. I want to shiver as I dive into the water and fall asleep on a mountain. Something about the freedom of it all completes the world I live in.

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Stephanie is an 18-year-old livejournal addict who lives in Enterprise Alabama. She likes to spend her time with her friends, listening to music, and going on random Lemonade runs with her sister.
Strengths: Friendly, easy to please, lemonade lover, outgoing, writing, talkative.
Weaknesses: AIM Addiction, avid music addict, Cheez-its, VH1 All-Access.
Special Skills: Swimming laps, blowing up balloons, falling up.
Weapons: Evil eyes, loud speakers, little henchman brothers.
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Would your love in all its finery
tear at the darkness all around me
until I can feel again
until I can breathe again

Would your eyes like midnight fireflies
light up the trenches where my heart lies
until I can see again
to find my way back again

I'm a train wreck
Waiting to happen
Waiting for someone to come pick me up off the tracks
A wild fire born of frustration
Waiting for the one love that will take me so high
I'll have no fear at all

Time here all but means nothing just shadows that move cross the wall
they keep me company but they dont ask of me they dont say nothing at all

So leave me be, I dont want to argue I just get confused and I come all undone
If I agree well its just to appease you cause I dont remember what were fighting for