pet panthers and ***** hampers

back in the day when msn was your *****, hipsters werent invented and you actually had friends that you hung out with...

If an LOL's written in a text, does it make a sound?

what if the freckels and marks on a persons body was actually a star map that told you what part of space they are from?...

Her habit was herion my spell was depression, we adressed eachother in murmurs and groans, together we died and were reborn. It was sadder than the last day and gloomier than before, but we were closer when furthest away, like each time we stepped out we came home.

i used to like things like ******* and ****** but now i'd settle for a cup of hot tea and a warm hug.

bring me into your sunshine bring me into your light, like a supernova we will expand and everything will be alright.