

orion and andromeda. look, it happened like this.orion and andromeda. by ~estallidos
you were holding a child's telescope and a book on galileo.
i was holding a grudge against men and fresh flowers.
you called it fate, and it wasn't until years later that i found out you didn't even believe in fate. you just believed in the curve of my spine and the way i tucked my feet beneath me in the chair.
within an hour of meeting you i loved you.
i wanted to tell you my middle name. i wanted to tell you about how i sprained my wrists seven times. i wanted to tell you stories about orion and andromeda, but it was cloudy and your eyes were asking for more than constellations.
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advent calendar. i.advent calendar. by ~estallidos
winter means counting down the days until i see you and breathing against the glass doors of my apartment, writing you spanish love poems and idle wishes with the tip of my pinky in the fog.
i try to write "come back to me, please," but no matter how quickly i move my finger, the sentence begins to fade before i can finish it.
if you were here, you'd laugh.
if you were here you'd kiss my ears.
if you were here you'd remind me about how much you dislike the holiday season.
you are not here. you are nothing but a series of smudges on glass, something to be wiped off with a paper towel and a bottle of windex.
iii.
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meteorite. "you're making an impact on people," he whispers to me as he pulls me into his lap and lets his fingers slip into the waistband of my jeans.meteorite. by ~estallidos
i put this thought in my pocket and carry it with me while i practice turning cartwheels.
an impact. an impact.
(by the end of the week i can execute a perfect cartwheel and i have decided to change my name to "meteor.")
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when he's angry at me he only types in single letters.
"i love you. the stars are covered up with clouds right now."
"o."
"please, talk to me?"
"k."
and it makes my ears ache because i know that no matter how many times he types the letters, it will n


someone, anyone. look:someone, anyone. by ~estallidos
i would like to be your best friend.
the thing is, i won't talk to you because i get scared of human contact and i will studiously ignore you in the elevator. if i see you coming i will cross the street to avoid having to smile into your honest eyes.
but for the holidays i will mail you a ruler, so you can draw straight lines and measure things.
see, i'm interested in putting order into people's lives, not fucking them over.
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once a soccer player gave me whooping cough and then got rejected from the college of his choice.
this is called karma. this is called divine intervention. this is called my life in one hund
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.X.x. Scream Like No One's Listening .x.X.
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Patriotic To The Promised Land Of Neverwaking Dream.
A True Friend Is The One Who Walks In When The Rest Of The World Walks Out.
Time Is On Our Side,
Our Two Worlds Collide,
These 4 Words Might Help,
Just go Fuck Yourself.
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"Never, under any circumstances, enter a game where you don't know what you're betting against. Otherwise, you may risk something not worth losing to the cruelty of whim." ~Captain M. Fauchevont
xo!
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Contributor to #Word-Smiths & #TheSimulacrum
Shattered Illusions (a book you can buy that I'm in)
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Before you judge someone, walk a mile in their shoes
That way, when you judge them you're a mile away
And you have their shoes
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"Never, under any circumstances, enter a game where you don't know what you're betting against. Otherwise, you may risk something not worth losing to the cruelty of whim." ~Captain M. Fauchevont
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hell yeah
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@Gaia: Vulpus
@Perfect world: Pirundirune and Heimiko
@Mabinogi: Possums
You're just jealous
*yeeaaa; momo-chan is really cute XD*
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