My heart feels bended...
(It isn't broken...yet...)
My heart feels bended...
(It isn't broken...yet...)
I intend to live forever...
so far so good.
Hmm, a little sleepy.
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Confused about so many things
I feel great!
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Sleepy. Holiday can turn one quite dizzy.I don't like that.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I feel all funny inside. I think I just might throw up...from...just thinking about it...
Tomorrow always holds the promise of something new and exciting. I am the Jetsons meet the Flintstones.
I feel terrible. this must be the flu. I have aches and pains all over. I have a cough. I am short of breath. I have waves of naseau. I haven't thrown up but I only want certain things to eat. I have never been so thirsty in my life.
I took some cold and flu over the counter stuff and I felt semi-normal but it has kind of worn off so now I feel bad again
"...if you weren't smart enough to get a pedophile in a dress to put a small amount of water on the child’s forehead, then what the eff did you think was going to happen?
I'm feeling FREE!!! FREE!!! FREE!!!
Wish hard enough, I could turn it to what I like.
Fall Out Boy, "Tiffany Blews."
Angry...
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
Fine, but tired.
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Quite sleepy!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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Sick to death of democracy
Oddly giggly, thinking about the fun I had in school.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
sad and hurt; people are jerks sometimes.
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
Just sometimes?Originally Posted by Weisinheimer
Anyway, try to cheer up! Things go crazy at one moment and by the next moment, you often forget those hard times.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
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