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About Me Member Pseudo-Intellectual Phoebe14/Female/Australia

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Linda

Her skin was the kind of fair that reminded him of candlewax instead of sunshine, and she was one hundred and forty-nine centimetres tall with a monumental presence that filled a room and kept her subordinates quiet with very little effort. She was the type of woman who would look you straight in the eye when she told you that you were an ignorant, incompetent swine who didn't deserve to clean her toilet with his toothbrush; the type of woman who unquestionably had never cried until her eyes didn't want to open anymore. She practically lived in that abandoned coffee shop - many mornings he would arrive to find her slumped over an aged, three-

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Plenty of reasonsIt shouldn't have been a gloomy evening - the temperature was pleasant, with a slight breeze that blew wisps of vapour by far above, silky grey against the clear deep blue of the sky. The cicadas cried still and the city's streets hung in their usual laidback stagnancy. All was as it should be - with the exception of one person. Pedestrians stumbled and scowled and muttered after the boy as he tore down the street, startling them out of their mobile phone conversations. "Young people these days," they said, rolling their eyes knowingly at each other. "No respect, and at this hour!"
Felix neither knew nor cared of their disapprova Plenty of reasons
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FelixHe would sit on your doorstep for hours at a time when he knew you were home, his legs stretched out in front of him and a smile sheepishly playing on that ridiculously perfect mouth of his, telling you all about the weather and his favourite book and his best friend and Cuban politics and how he always secretly liked your band, even when you called him a crackwhore, even when you slammed the door in his face, even when he was getting you drunk and then holding you down and laughing at your fear. He would wait for you in the rain on your way home from work with flowers and serenades, and leave you messages in four parts on your answering mach Felix
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Six1.
I like to group everything into genres - movies, music, colours, lives. I thought mine was a clichéd teenage drama, for a while, and maybe that's true to a certain extent, but more than that, it's a coming of age story, a romance, a comedy. I want it to be a feel-good family romp. I want it to be an unforgettable epic. I want to inhale memories and and shapes and stars and exhale the feeling that ties my chest in knots when I cry.
For three years, you've inspired me, motivated me, laughed with me and lifted me up when I was down. For three years I've wished I could be as gorgeous and strong as you. For three Six
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midnight.it is midnight and the clocks are chiming in the almost-silence. the sky feels like rain and somewhere, some girl is dancing and laughing and smiling, but she's certainly not me.
our hearts are cold. they've been sleeping, curled into themselves for too long without a blanket or a pillow or a smile to fall back on. it's midnight and the sky feels like rain and there's going to be a storm later, but it won't match the storms inside, that's for sure.
we are biting our nails, smiling and pretending nothing is wrong and saying, yes, darling, i'll get rid of this horrible habit in the morning. it'll all be better to midnight.
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because i love you.listen, just for a few minutes.
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
and listen.
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look, you
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to because i love you.
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Favourite band or musician: Elliott Smith
Favourite poet or writer: Catherine Jinks

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I forgot! I also love yellow, freckles, high heels, the 30's, Disney movies, art, world politics, humour, Einstein, my family, long words, people who have opinions, debates, cartoons, alternative music, rollerblades, flowers, sunny winter mornings, caramel ice cream, petnames, accents, things that make sense, my OC's, your OC's, dance, Australia, smiles and lots of other stuff

To my non-existent watchers

Thu Nov 19, 2009, 2:45 AM

Mood: Love
Listening to: Southern Belle - Elliott Smith
Playing: Shadow Hearts Covenant

I am working on stuff!

This account is only still active because I can't upload text to Photobucket and dA is a much tighter-knit community than other literature sites, it is easier to get noticed here. And for the past 3 years I've been wishing someone would notice my writing @w@;; But since I write about OC's and such, as opposed to

fragmented
emo poetry about
how terrible
my life -

is

Of course it'll always be impossible.

I persevere regardless!