and violence becomes necessitykill the lights. slice the switch down slam the door tear across the room.and violence becomes necessity
murder any confusion. lash out at my questions attack ambivalence make your notions clear.
then grab your penlight the switchblade of stars attached to your keys and draw on my ceiling. don't give in to the mundane pace of kisses when you really just want to shock them all.
ravage my imagination and batter my senses. something, anything, just make sure i can feel.
thank you.
just a thought on those i lovelet me go on the record as saying this to all of you, I will never fall in love.just a thought on those i love
never will i truly think of him, feel at ease with him, feel like the one with him.
let me go off the record, so don't quote me on this, love is my weak point.
me and every other
hopeful, well-read, normal girl in the world.
why don't they listen?why does nobody listen to me anymore? i'm not the exciting new entity anymore, true, but does that make me no less of a person?why don't they listen?
why does nobody talk to me anymore? i always start the same way, true, but don't we always end differently?
why does nobody comment on me anymore? i know i seem insecure, true, b
to finally get it outIt's so hard to say these words, in person, they'd never come out. So i tell them to you, here, where i can't see your reaction. it's type. you can read it, and your face can change from shocked to nervous to maybe some hope or maybe some anxiety as you think of how to word the way you let me down. for now, i play it safe- the person i date, i like but not love, because being in control is a must for me. So i tell them to you here, i whisper them into finally get it out
size twelve times new roman plain as can be &
| ehm. (god. i hate writing about myself without an outline.) okay. basics- Catherine Marie. If you don't know where i live, you don't need to. I prefer poetry as a personal style, but love other's photography. don't think art means you can't play sports. I don't have many loves in life, but what i love i love with all my heart. Left-handed. Brown eyes that turn orange or green in different lights. eastern-european look (though here, some say it looks latin american). actually turkish/israeli/irish. but that's another story. love debates, and serious conversation. (this is starting to sound like a match.com ad, so I think I'll stop here.) tell me how you like my stuff. that's all, I guess. |
returning to the world
Tired
Thank you so much for the
Have a nice day, Valeriya.
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Cheers from Israel
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Ok.
favorites are only given where favorites are due.
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catherine. just catherine.
oh =O... seria "por el fav" en lugar de "para el fav" =]
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solo tome 4 anos de espanol en escuela
ahora aprendiendo
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catherine. just catherine.
yo tambien practico mi ingles aun =O.... aunque escrito mas que nada porque no he tenido nadie con quien hablarlo haha
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practique mi espanol cuando trabajo porque trabajar en una cocina. pero, ellos hablan un dialecto diferente que yo aprende :/
si tu quieres hablar ingles para practicar, yo puedo asistir a ti haha
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catherine. just catherine.
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Nothing else matters...
how are you?
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catherine. just catherine.
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Nothing else matters...
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