tenagain. |
1. the anger between us is driving me absolutely mad. what could i have possibly done to make you hate me so much. i tried so hard.2. if i was ever given the option of death or life without you...... Posted by miss take on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:28:00 PST |
reason. |
i'm claustrophobic, but that's not true - i love elevators and small cars. what I don't like is being exposed to unfiltered social contact, like at parties or meetings, when just anyone can talk to y... Posted by miss take on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:10:00 PST |
unendurable |
Imagine the person you love saying to you...
"Ten minutes from now you are going to be poked with a sharp stick. The pain will be excruciating and there isn't a single thing you can do to ... Posted by miss take on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 10:48:00 PST |
breathe me |
Help. I have done it againI have been here many times beforeHurt myself again todayAnd, the worst part is there's no-one else to blameBe my friendHold me, wrap me upUnfold meI am smalland needyWarm me... Posted by miss take on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 05:29:00 PST |
dandelions. |
i spent two hours on sunday laying on a hill of long grass and dandelions listening to espers and i've never been so at peace in my entire life. i just went for a walk by myself to just get out ... Posted by miss take on Mon, 14 May 2007 08:24:00 PST |
peninsula |
dear bruce,
i can not even begin to describe how much i miss being with you. i dont even really miss the people i was with, to be honest i could careless if i ever saw the majority of th... Posted by miss take on Mon, 07 May 2007 07:25:00 PST |
all families are psychotic. |
Our lives are geared mainly to deflect the darts thrown at us by the laws of probability. The moment we're able, we insulate ourselves from random acts of hate and destruction. it's always been ... Posted by miss take on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 01:45:00 PST |
n/a |
Under an arbor of vines and chain link fence Sitting in the windmill garden No complex mechanisms or moral judgements Watching bicyclists and birds At the tail end of a balmy summer day Listening to y... Posted by miss take on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 06:04:00 PST |
dearest pablo... |
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love ... Posted by miss take on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 03:20:00 PST |