They your other crushes?Originally Posted by toni
Absolute truth.
I can't help but wonder, why Gothman and Mathor aren't online.
But William is, so that is fine with me.
Eh, or maybe I'm the only one who chooses many because everyone is nice to me... Everyone is nice to everyone. I think it is the convenience of at least one of them being online.
Ew, you guys are getting all soppy and nice... Ew... Yucky!! I'm a 13yrld somewhere in there.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Aw, that's sweet!
I may not have much time for posting, but I've always got an eye on LitNet!
"I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance. And when I saw my devil, I found him serious, thorough, profound, solemn: he was the spirit of gravity- through him all things fall. Not by wrath, but by laughter, do we slay. Come, let us slay the spirit of gravity!" - Nietzsche
No, my dear, you are a complete mystery to me.Well I'll just have those who don't know guess
Last time I brought this up, I got an overwhelming response of people saying "yeah it's pretty obvious", lol.
Actually, I have found this thread very enlightening. Until recently, I wasn't even sure who was male, female, who was on the fence and who was in the closet....Actually, I still don't know...
Oh yes, work those muscles...."Body, Body, can't you feel my body...Everyone wants to be a macho man...I loved that song...
Well, I don't think of that as a joke; that is my fantasy....well, as long as their is a/c and they have all taken showers...Well I was trying to avoid jokes about being in a tight place filled with boys.
That is so sweet and romantic; this thread is starting to work out just like a Jane Austen book...well, with a few modern or Byronic twists...Meow.
Awww. Thine presence always brings joy to mine heart. (Yeah, I've been reading too many Shakespearean sonnets)
Hehe. Good.
Of course you are... one, two... three... SIXTH to the podium. Wait - yea, I'm sure that is it... Of course it is getting very cramped there...
Awww. Thine presence always brings joy to mine heart. (Yeah, I've been reading too many Shakespearean sonnets
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
Hey, nobody argues with Shakespeare.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Nah. Shakespeare is cool.Hey, nobody argues with Shakespeare.
Only people being nice to each other makes me think yuck...
Now, to all those I crush on:
My idea of nice stuff.
I'm a 13yrld at heart.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
...and a 13 y/o in reality too...
But you are right...all of those things are nice.
It is amazing the distances that crushes take you around the world...and who you may meet in the adventures...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Yes, yes. Of course. Age is a number that dictates my whole life.
Only my brain is about to explode out of my skull with all of these dreams, ideas, fantasies. Eh, such is. Well most of my crushes are young.
Oh, and Bien, you are one of them. Welcome to a very cramped podium.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
And I've seen a picture of Maxi. He's pinchable too.
Only I couldn't cleary see his hands... I haven't seen any hands!
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
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Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
Straight up ask. You'll get a yes or no answer even if you beat around the bush.
I should make a new list of litnet crushes.
I'm too me to pick only one, so I'll bring it down to six.
Anyone ready to start guessing?
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
(Just remember mother's watching!!)
And that is good news for one...if I am right...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
You're always right Bien, you have a sixth sense for everything.
How did you know?You're always right Bien, you have a sixth sense for everything.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
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