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gryffind0rk
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Country: United Arab Emirates
Birthday: 8/13/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: football (soccer), field hockey, reading, rollerblading, cycling. music is a passion, as is he.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/21/2003
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| and i try to make myself believe that you no longer have a hold on me. i swear that you no longer affect who and what i am.
i do not care for you that way
i lie. oh how i lie. you haunt me. even in the darkness of the empty void; you haunt me. like in the poem; i beseeched you to tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.
you shattered them.
i broke every rule in the book for you. i swore not to hand my heart over. i did. to you. i wished for the ability to withstand all you do to me with one look. i broke. i prayed to be able to be content with what we have. friendship. i tripped over my feet. i fell head over heels.
for you
i complicated it. my stupid heart and it's fluttering wings.
i broke the one sacred rule: never fall in love with your best friend. - Don't Stop. | | |
| lets steal a boat. lets sail the seven seas like we wanted to. lets tour the world on a raft. lets see Europe on foot. France and Italy. lets stay in Venice, build a home.
let me write a song. a song you'll never forget. a song for you. all i want is to write a book. a book about you and me. a book about how it can never be. i want to be able to cry. i want to be able to make you smile.
lets watch the sunset. lets watch the rain. lets travel the world. i want to find the end of the rainbow. i want to find eternity. i want to find happiness. i want to find love. lets find you, lets find me.
i want to find the goblins in the underground caves. i want to find the hobbits and i want to find diagonalley. i want to find the leprechauns. i want a shamrock and i want a pot of gold. i want to 3.7 trillion pounds of gold at the bottom of the ocean. i want it all. i want to give it all away. i want to give it all away to you.
i want to learn how to fly. i want to soar in the sky. spread my wings and learn how to fly. i want to fly into another galaxy. i want to touch the stars. i want to feel freedom. i want to feel passion. i want to feel love. i want to feel pain. i want to taste your tears. i want to taste the rain in the amazon. i want to feel the thunder. i want to feel your pain.
i want to learn how to play an instrument. i want to learn how to strum and i want you to smile when i do. i want to speak another language. i want to speak the language of love. i want to live life for a day. i want to live yours for another. i want to change the world. i want to change you.
i want to watch you sleep. i want to watch you laugh. i want to watch you forever. i want to watch my life play itself out on a big screen tv. i want to sit back and count the stars. i want to meet the world. i want to meet Ewan Mc Gregor. i want to meet Sondre Lerche. i want to see Incubus live. i want to snog Chris Martin senseless. i want to shoot Avril Lavigne. i want to cry when Oasis plays wonderwall and i want to hug them all and kiss them goodbye. i want to meet the Queen. i want to meet Prince William. i want to meet you, i want to meet me.
i want to speak blasphemy. i want to make sense. i want to run like theres no tomorrow and dance like it's never going to hurt. i want to run like the wind. i want to hide. i want you to find me. i want to find you. i want to do what you do. i want to hold your hand. i want to kiss you goodnight. i want to love you. i want to be you. all i want is you. if i had you, i'd have the world. | | |
| i've had enough. i'm sick of it all. i'm sick of not being perfect, of not being able to be the best. i'm just sick of being so tired and hurting so much. i've had enough. i can't cry anymore, and i can't hurt as though i'll never be free again. i can't. i can't go on anymore. i'm just tired of being so sad all the time and i'm sick of the plastic smiles and the fakeness of everyday life and the monotony of it all. i'm tired and i can't force myself to care anymore. i can't try anymore and i can't care. i'm beyond all the help i can get. and i'm beyond any healing possible. i'm also beyond everything else. nothing can bring me back. | | |
| if the essence of romance is uncertainity, you are the essence of my life. your eyes may be that elusive shade of blueygreen seawater, the everchanging shade of breathtaking beauty, but you are the elusive shadow that i cannot capture, no matter how hard i try. no matter how much i cry, you'll always remain unreachable. untouchable, and i shall remain in my self built world of chaos where catastrophe seems to be the norm. | | |
| to the girl sitting alone in the cubicles by the bookshelf with all the Roald Dahl books
i can hear you crying softly and i wonder about what's upset you. i've seen you around school with your friends. i'm the excessively loud and vertically challenged one in year 11. &;you're sitting there softly crying surrounded by my childhood favourites. are they your childhood favourites? did you dream yourself into the story? did you make yourself the protagonist, just to escape into the world of evil witches and the world of dragon slayers? leave the real, living world to loose yourself in the story of 'matilda' or 'charlie and the chocolate factory'? did you imagine yourself to be an 'oompa loompa'? did you want to be a 'munchkin'? as you sit there crying, i can't help but wonder if perhaps, reading them again will take me away into a world of fantasy.
the girl in the glasses trying to hide under her fringe, reading 'catcher in the rye' | | |
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