tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post4306040441977187644..comments2023-05-22T06:14:10.620-07:00Comments on POINT BLANK.: Sing Song.*orange plum*http://www.blogger.com/profile/11356651416657297074noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-40641104516178732192012-11-09T15:24:54.270-08:002012-11-09T15:24:54.270-08:00Oh fuck. This opened the floodgates of memory.Oh fuck. This opened the floodgates of memory.Ausdruckloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02073877664739574437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-28686797507056731022012-11-03T14:30:25.633-07:002012-11-03T14:30:25.633-07:00This is lovely.
:)This is lovely.<br />:)Sreshti.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18312310893061626960noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-68239859897285773902012-10-29T01:42:12.289-07:002012-10-29T01:42:12.289-07:00I know what this feels like.
I know what it feels...I know what this feels like. <br />I know what it feels like to think of them, and wish they were there with you, still in love with you, singing you the same song, with maybe you humming along. And then actually do the cliched, will-never-admit-that-it-actually-feels-good, falling asleep in their arms, wearing their shirt. <br />I know what it feels like to think of them, and that's just it - nothing more, nothing less, no other wishes whatsoever. Move on to whats on TV tonight. <br /><br />... Frankly I prefer the latter kind of wishing. Shenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-54943725811205716362012-10-28T12:06:30.076-07:002012-10-28T12:06:30.076-07:00Sometimes memories are all that you have to go bac...Sometimes memories are all that you have to go back to. Ananyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07655876712852062603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-402497729358318382012-10-28T05:35:57.325-07:002012-10-28T05:35:57.325-07:00I want to cry. I love this.I want to cry. I love this.Ishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07463808714375395221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-6867669599552464502012-10-27T12:57:54.341-07:002012-10-27T12:57:54.341-07:00The transparency in you stuns me sometimes. This q...The transparency in you stuns me sometimes. This quality of always saying as it is at all times is particularly endearing. Each word, so simple, yet so powerful.<br /><br />And as for the men who sing to you and those you beat you up, they're all idiots. You're made for magic/ Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365552551777230777.post-89514307259291069512012-10-27T12:32:51.624-07:002012-10-27T12:32:51.624-07:00The beautiful thing about your writing is that it ...The beautiful thing about your writing is that it makes me ponder long after I've read these lines. (:Vidhihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03786253806040234533noreply@blogger.com