Give me your dear little hands, so that I may kiss them.
(I Put the Emo in "Un bel di, vedremo")
I look at the clock over your bed and say
"Hey, it's 4:44. Make a wish."
We laugh because we make
The same stupid wish every day.
We're so lame; we're such girls.
It's like I'm Butterfly and you're Suzuki.
Singing "Tutti I fior" in advent,
We strip branches bare,
scatter whatever has blossomed,
And leave the garden in ruins.
I change the sheets and shave my legs.
You sit, pessimistic and listening to Elliott Smith
Break-up songs before it's even begun to dissolve.
But not me - I tell you again
Exactly what I'll do when he comes back.
My idealism illicits the shaking of heads
And the clucking of tongues.
See, it's the coy thing that really gets me in trouble.
Looking away more than in his direction,
Sending off the wrong signals.
But, when I let my guard down
And look straight at him,
I'm slack and wordless and overwhelmed.
How easily I give in.
As much as I love the lurching feeling I get
Just walking around, preoccupied with looking good
Lest I get caught off guard,
It is much easier to stand in defiance and say:
"All this will happen, I promise you.
Keep your fears to yourself,
I, with faithful trust will wait for him."
When distance interferes.
The phone rings: It's for you.
And I should get going anyways.
---
I realize this may be my last SG update before my account expires. I'll get a new membership at some point, but it definitely won't be right away. You can contact me through my other journal, which can be found here. It's been one hell of a year, and SG was always a source of joy for me. Joy and boobies. Love to all of you.
(I Put the Emo in "Un bel di, vedremo")
I look at the clock over your bed and say
"Hey, it's 4:44. Make a wish."
We laugh because we make
The same stupid wish every day.
We're so lame; we're such girls.
It's like I'm Butterfly and you're Suzuki.
Singing "Tutti I fior" in advent,
We strip branches bare,
scatter whatever has blossomed,
And leave the garden in ruins.
I change the sheets and shave my legs.
You sit, pessimistic and listening to Elliott Smith
Break-up songs before it's even begun to dissolve.
But not me - I tell you again
Exactly what I'll do when he comes back.
My idealism illicits the shaking of heads
And the clucking of tongues.
See, it's the coy thing that really gets me in trouble.
Looking away more than in his direction,
Sending off the wrong signals.
But, when I let my guard down
And look straight at him,
I'm slack and wordless and overwhelmed.
How easily I give in.
As much as I love the lurching feeling I get
Just walking around, preoccupied with looking good
Lest I get caught off guard,
It is much easier to stand in defiance and say:
"All this will happen, I promise you.
Keep your fears to yourself,
I, with faithful trust will wait for him."
When distance interferes.
The phone rings: It's for you.
And I should get going anyways.
---
I realize this may be my last SG update before my account expires. I'll get a new membership at some point, but it definitely won't be right away. You can contact me through my other journal, which can be found here. It's been one hell of a year, and SG was always a source of joy for me. Joy and boobies. Love to all of you.
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-laugh-
well ill say hi anyways.
is it odd im starting to wish girls arent so pretty?
and bleh damned election, thank heavens they cant get much done in the realm of wrecking progress with the majority of opposition they would face ^_^
resist temptation to offer gift to person you just randomly messaged out of the blue because you thought they were cute and they messaged friend's profile.
im crazy and delirious on caffiene
take everything any way you will
as long as its not too unpleasant
You however will get some if you use that word, double standard!