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Welcome to the "End of Autumn"Tempt me, I dare you. |
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| Oct. 31st, 2010 @ 10:35 pm Welcome to the End of Autumn | |||
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| Dec. 17th, 2004 @ 10:02 am Fuck. | |||
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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. crushed:( I was really excited about this too. | ||
| Dec. 16th, 2004 @ 08:38 pm For you, Olivia. | |||
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| by Will Jennings, performed by Marc Anthony and Tina Arena for the Mask of Zorro soundtrack Moon so bright, night so fine, Keep your heart here with mine Life's a dream we are dreaming Race the moon, catch the wind, Ride the night to the end, Seize the day, stand up for the light I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do Heroes rise, heroes fall, Rise again, win it all, In your heart, can't you feel the glory? Through our joy, through our pain, We can move worlds again Take my hand, dance with me I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do I will want nothing else to see me through If I can spend my lifetime loving you Though we know we will never come again Where there is love, life begins Over and over again Save the night, save the day, Save the love, come what may, Love is worth everything we pay I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do I want to spend my lifetime loving you If that is all in life I ever do I will want nothing else to see me through If I can spend my lifetime loving you. | ||
| Oct. 12th, 2004 @ 08:16 pm Writing Journal, do your stuff. | |||
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| 2004, October 12th, 4:39 Well, I haven’t had a chance to post my journal entry from last night, but I suppose I’ll get around to that later. I’ll continue my ramblings about the world of Black Rose here: I want to make the world darker. Paint things in more violently vibrant shades of maroon, black, and midnight blue. When the background of the canvas is darker, what happens in the foreground is much brighter, more stark and compelling. Love is more beautiful, horrors are made more tragic. I want the heroism of the characters to seem even more hopeless and desperate. I’ve also decided to make Sarah – Black Rose – bisexual. I’m going to replace Nicolae Dancescu with Mirella Dancescu. Of course, in the book terms like bisexual, straight, gay, and homosexual wont exist. My contention is that 400 years ago, with the much more pressing problems of post apocalyptic horror to survive, cultural values will have changed somewhat. I want to make Gabriel Moreau more sinister and seductive, but I want him to seem somewhat insane as well. Unbalanced. A bit dualistic. Sinister and manipulative at times, and pure rage and insane chaos at others. But that still leaves him – and Rose, and Mirella – somewhat two dimensional. None of the characters really seem Alive to me. The world does. The world of Black Rose is living and powerful, but none of the three characters I picked to tell the story of Black Rose seem alive to me. They did once, but they’ve kind of lost dimension. I think when I invented the characters, I was more interested in how cool they were than who they were. | ||
| Sep. 27th, 2004 @ 04:31 am Too Lost In You | |||
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Too Lost In You  happyby Sugarbabys You look into my eyes, I go out of my mind. I can't see anything, cos this loves got me blind. I can't help myself, I can't break this spell, I can't even try. I'm in over my head, you got under my skin. I've got no strength at all, in the state that I'm in. And my knees are weak, and my mouth can't speak, fell too far this time. *Chorus* Baby, I'm too lost in you, caught in you, lost in everything about you. So deep, I can't sleep, I can't think, I just think about the things that you do, (you do) I'm too lost in you, (too lost in you). Well you whisper to me, and I shiver inside. You undo me and move me, in ways undefined. And you're all I see, and you're all I need, Help me baby, help me baby, help me baby, help me now. Cos I'm slipping away, like the sand to the tide. Falling into your arms, falling into your eyes. If you get too near, I might disappear, I might lose my mind. Ohhhh. *Chorus* Baby, I'm too lost in you, caught in you, lost in everything about you. So deep, I can't sleep, I can't think, I just think about the things that you do, (you do) I'm too lost in you, (too lost in you). I'm going crazy in love for you baby, (I can't eat and I can't sleep) I'm going down like a stone in the sea. No one can rescue me, (no one can rescue me). Ohhhh, Ohhhhh My baby, (my baby). Ohhhh Baby, baby, *Chorus* Baby, I'm too lost in you, caught in you, lost in everything about you. So deep, I can't sleep, I can't think, I just think about the things that you do, (you do) I'm too lost in you, (too lost in you). I'm lost in you, I'm lost in you I'm lost in everything about you. So deep, I can't sleep, I can't think, I just think about the things that you do, (you do) I'm too lost in you, (too lost in you). Ohhhh. | ||
| Sep. 26th, 2004 @ 04:53 pm Something that came to me. | |||
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| It Started as Lyrics, but as I was watching the leaves fall from a tree in the wind - it started to turn into a rambling thought with poetic, prosaic overtones. Just an echo of my heart. Dreams. Sometimes at night, I lie awake and I watch the stars, And every now and then they take me away, And they show me that there are worlds inside of me. They are my dreams, and they are the hopes that lie in the shadows of my mind. The fantasies that fuel who I am. And I can catch the stars, And I can dance on Mars, But all I really want to see is your face in my dreams. In my dreams I can see myself dancing with the Gods above, and swimming in the Ocean warm, and in my dreams, they all come true; but I still dream of you. And I can lay me down, And I can close my eyes, But all I really want to hear is your voice in my dreams. In my dreams there are witches and vampires, Mystics and Muses, Lovers and friends. In my dreams I can race through the verdant hills of old Irene or dance through a rainstorm or fly through the skies or make love on the surf or go walk through the golden autumn leaves or hang the Christmas lights or hold my kids so tight or visit the timeless art of Masters and revel in the beauty of Old Chicago Town – And I can pull them close, These dreams of mine, But all I really want to feel is You Lying next to me. And know it’s not a dream. | ||
| Sep. 20th, 2004 @ 03:56 am Dark Desires | |||
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Current Music: Imaginary - Evanescence
(Author's comments: This is raw, unedited, and composed in under 30 minutes under the influence of a powerful song. If you have the song Imaginary by Evanescence, you should listen to it while reading this.)She flipped forward through the air and dropped to the wet ground in a crouch, the tails of her long black coat billowing out behind her like the folds of a giant cape. As she landed, she cried out - a harsh, passionate cry of defiance and challenge - and flung the palm of her right hand out before her. The air crackled and hissed with the pounding flame of her heart in the palm of her hand - and then exploded in a powerful kaleidescope of light and destruction that shot like a bolt of black sunlight through the air. But the silver one was gone, spinning away in a whirl of flowing grey robes and silver hair, twisting through the tombstones and springing into the air above the dark clad angel of light. Tombstones exploded, raining marble and granite powder and debris down upon the dewy earth. "Missed me," The Witch cried, from her perch in a tree far above. With one hand she grasped the thich bough of the limb on which she teetered recklessly, and her black eyes glistened in the moonlight. Then, with a cry like a thousand nightengales calling out in somber requiem, she let herself fall backwards, and pivoting on her arm, she snapped about in the air, dropping towards the dark haired Angel like a lightning bolt from hell. Dark hair whipping about her face in the feircely howling cemetary wind, the Angel twisted away from her opponent, vaulting over the side of a tombstone and curling her body through the air as her opponent fell, balancing on the side of the tombstone with one hand as she spun through the air, her legs like powerful thunderclaps slamming into the Succubi demon as she touched down on the earth, fingers first. The Angels' black-shod feet hammered the Succubi, who cried out and fell away, cracking the side of a half-exposed double-tombstone with the force of her fall. The Dark Angel perched on the tombstone above the Silver she-witch's fallen form, grinning smugly, and she reached down, the fingers of her extended palm crackling with the same darklight she had called forth before, glistening with tounges of unearthly magicks. But the Silver one laughed as she lay, and when her eyes snapped open, they were alight with flame, and like a new sun rising - a silver sun full of passion and tragic beauty - she flung up her hands, and with a fierce cry, a fire exploded from the earth, silver tongues of hell's hot that flung the dark Angel away from her. The Angel landed in a heap upon the fresh dirt of the McAllister grave and hissed with surprise. As she rolled to her knees, she saw with a start that the Silver one was gone, vanished into the shadows of the trees. "What's wrong," She taunted, hungry for more, "Aren't you going to finish me?" "Hiii-yah!" The silver toe of a bare foot lashed out against the Angel's back, spinning her into the side of a marble mauseleum, and a silver hand with long, white finger tips crowned with nails the color of unholy stars grasped at the face of the Angel, and fire exploded from the witch's palm, blasting the raven-haired angel through the side of the Mauseleum and into the woods beyond the cemetary. The Angel burned inside as she touched down upon the earth, and her dark coat smoldered about her as firey energies smoked like brimstone from her palms. As she leapt up from the ground, she caught the Silver demon in her stride, palm spread against the Succubi's bare waist, darklight pounding the witch back, slamming her into the side of a great oak. The Silver witch gasped and sagged against the tree bark, her white lips twisting as she growled, but the Angel would not let up. Seizing her foe by the shoulders, the Angel tossed her, flipped her through the air over her head, and then lashing out with a fierce kick, slammed the Silver one against yet another tree - a tall birch, thick with many years. The Tree creaked and shivered as the demoness impacted upon it, where she hung, dazed and panting. The Angel was upon her in an instant, snarling with hunger. "I have you now," she crowed, and her white teeth glinted in the moonlight. And the Angel seized her, pulled her close by the shoulders and with an arm around the waist -- And she kissed her, and like two parched pilgrims too long without the taste of water sweet, they devoured each other's mouths in their thirst. Tasting, drowning, tempting, consuming. The Silver demon wrapped her legs around the Angel's waist and pulled her back against the ancient tree, which cracked and shivered beneath them, broken trees and autumn leaves falling all around them like snow. Gasping for breath, the Witch tore her lips from the Angel's, trailing a line of desire along the dark one's chin. "I'll get you next time," She promised huskily, her nails raking down the other woman's back. "I mean that." The Angel growled hungrily and flipped the witch against the earth, pinning her there with a look so hungry the witch felt her stomache flip. "You get me every time," the Angel whispered, and the slender fingers of her right hand traced their way up the chest of her lover, and clasped the half-moon pendant on the witch's neck. It glinted in the darkness, a darklight moon that complemented the silver one around the Angel's own neck. "I need you," The Angel breathed, her voice low and breathy. "And you have me, my love." The silver witch pulled her paramour's face down to hers and kissed it, hungrily, her hands searching down the length of the Angel's torso. "You are the other half of my soul." They kissed then, and in the heat of their passion, the witch arched suddenly, her leg kicking out against the teetering birch, sending it crashing to the forest floor behind them, and sending dozens of ravens and silverhawks aloft into the night. "Next time," the witch purred softly, laughing a bit at the destruction all around them, "Do you think we could try something a little more tender? Pillows and lace and chocolate... maybe peaches or pears?" The Angel laughed. "Do I still get to have you?" "MMmmmmm... as if I could ever say no to that." (More Notes ... I suppose it's fair to point out I have no idea where this came from, except that I heard this song on Yahoo Launchcast and it seized upon my imagination, the idea of a duel between a Silver demon and a Dark Angel, like two twin parts of the same soul - maybe my soul - consumed and possessed of the same need and hunger we all have for love and passion - but of course to a much more... uh, destructive level. Something just compelled me to write this.) | ||
| Sep. 20th, 2004 @ 02:37 am Beautiful Song | |||
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| Liz Phair Lyrics Extraordinary You think that I go home at night Take off my clothes, turn out the lights But I burn letters that I write To you, to make you love me Yeah, I drive naked through the park And run the stop sign in the dark Stand in the street, yell out my heart To make, to make you love me I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho You may not believe in me But I believe in you So I still take the trash out Does that make me too normal for you? So dig a little deeper, cause You still don't get it yet See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix And I'll make, I'll make you love me I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess See me jump through hoops for you You stand there watching me performing What exactly do you do? Have you ever thought it's you that's boring? Who the hell are you? I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Average every day sane psycho | ||
| Sep. 14th, 2004 @ 08:11 pm A Midsummer's Night Dream | |||
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(I wrote this today, during work, between calls, five seconds at a time, so apologies if it sucks horridly. I dreamed this last night. ~Becca) drainedWith a muffled sound like a fluffy thud, the young woman's head fell back against the burgundy satin pillowcase. Tiny beads of sweat trickled slowly down the sides of her face, and her lips opened wide for deep and gasping breaths of sweet air. Her skin fairly shone with the signs of exertion and the glow of ecstasy, and tiny goosebumps trailed all the way down her neck and across her body - down the length of her arms to the white-knuckled and still-trembling fingers clutching reflexively at the crumpled sheets beneath her. "Oh my god..." her voice was faint, shaking, and her eyes were wild with a mixture of amazement and utmost pleasure. If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear…And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck Now to scape the serpent’s tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call. So, good night unto you all. Midsummer’s Night Dream W. Shakespeare | ||
| Sep. 7th, 2004 @ 06:12 pm Sweetest Goodbye | |||
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Sweetest Goodbye drainedby Maroon 5 Album : Songs About Jane Submitted by : Steph Corrected by : kaytie Where you are seems to be as far as an eternity Outstretched arms, open hearts, If it never ends, then when do we start? I'll never leave you behind, Or treat you unkind I know you understand And with a tear in my eye Give me the sweetest goodbye That I ever did recieve Pushing forward and arching back Bring me closer to heart attack Say goodbye and just fly away When you come back, I have some things to say How does it feel to know you'll never have to be alone When you get home? There must be someplace here that only you and I could go So I can show you how I.. Dream away everyday Try so hard to disregard The rhythm of the rain that drops And coincides with the beating of my heart I'll never leave you behind, Or treat you unkind I know you understand And with a tear in my eye Give me the sweetest goodbye That I ever ever ever did recieve How does it feel to know you'll never have to be alone When you get home? There must be someplace here that only you and I could go So I can show you how I feel How does it feel to know you'll never have to be alone When you get home? There must be someplace here that only you and I could go So I can show you how I feel.. feel.. feel.. feel | ||
| Sep. 3rd, 2004 @ 07:42 pm Do You Know | |||
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| Sep. 3rd, 2004 @ 05:09 pm Honesty | |||
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| Sometimes at night, when I'm all alone and sitting in the darkness, I can find the strength to be honest with myself. ( Read more... ) | ||
| Aug. 31st, 2004 @ 09:59 pm To Angie and Sophie. Rest in Peace, Loves. | |||
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| O my love, my wife, Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not yet conquered, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there. Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, Seal with a righteous kiss Here's to my love! ~Romeo and Juliet | ||
| Aug. 30th, 2004 @ 05:08 pm Love and Romance | |||
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| Kay, so I wrote this on Saturday while I was sitting under a rain storm and listening to music... it's a bit more emotional than I usually get... 'Ashke, Ashke...' I miss touch. Not Sex, although somedays I'm not too overly picky... hehe... ...seriously, I miss touch. The light little touches you never even notice when you're together the reassuring little brushes of fingers against the skin - cheeks, arms, necks, hands - it doesn't matter... I remember her green eyes. All that time ago, and I remember her green eyes. I remember the way she looked up at me after the first time we made love, with excitment and passion on her lips, while her eyes were brimming wet with devotion, trust, and love. I remember staring down into those emerald worlds of The Wonderful, and feeling the cool, tingly warmth of her palm against my cheek and KNOWING that I loved that woman. The openess and vulnerability - the unabashed look of love - has never left me, because at the time - although I could never have explained it then and am only beginning to understand it now - something in my heart recognised that she was offering her heart - the deepest and most tender peices - to me. As we lay amidst the labored breathing and spent, trembly post-coital bliss of our love-making, she was offering her heart to me, more deeply than she or I could have ever managed in our stumbling, halting way with words. It was in her eyes. And it said “Here is my heart, my body, my soul. This is all that I am, and I give it to you.” That is the fine line between making love … and having sex. Sex can be, although it rarely is, a purely physical act, but more oft than not, it’s a part physical, part emotional release of lust, passion, tension, desire, need, and even love. Love-making is something wholly other. It’s a breaking down of the walls separating two people, two lovers, two souls – walls both physical in nature, and emotional. It can be tender… it can be rough. It can be the most blissful sexual experience… but more often, it’s not. Love making is the most complete exchange of love between two people. The fusing of .. two loves to create A Love that binds them both - in the depths of their hearts, the most vulnerable parts of their souls, and the most intimate parts of their bodies. It's done almost without words - it's in the hands, the sweetness of their their lips, the suppleness of their joined bodies. And you can see it in the reflect in each other's eyes, feel it about to burst through your chest. It is in you, and through you. It suffuses you with warmth, and it covers you with a sense of rightness and peace. Until that moment, I had never felt anything quite like that before. I want to feel that way again. You can laugh at me, or call me naive, a silly little girl running around on empty dreams, but I don't care. I tell you - I've been there, I've felt this. I know it as surely as I know that daylight comes with the sun and that the moon shines amid the stars at night. "I can't run anymore... I give myself to you... I want to give my heart. I want to be able to share all that I am, give myself to a woman who will love and cherish me - all of me. "In all my bitterness, I ignored all that's real and true..." I know it can be scary to open yourself up that much to someone, because the prospect of being hurt is so great, but I hope that someday, someone will love me like that again. "...all I need is you." It's an outdated concept, I know, but I have to believe it to be valid... if a person can need food, shelter, rest for their physical body, a flfilling career or challenging life path for their souls, then who is to say a person can't need the love of another in their heart? Certainly there is never just one true love a person could or can have in their life time, but just as a person might need to be a writer or a doctor or a singer or a - whatever, couldn't they also 'need' the love of an Andrea or an Andrew or ... When did our feelings lose validity in the eyes of the world? When they couldn't be exchanged for dollar signs like everything else? All I know is that >I< need someone. Not to stay alive, not to be complete as an individual, but to share and fulfill my heart. I need someone to love who can love me back. "All I need is you..." Yeah, that IS true. For me. "Here I am, an individual, I have come as far in this life as I wish to go alone. Wont you share this life with me? All I need is you." "My only hope... my only peace...my only joy, My only strength, my only love..." I know these same words can be said to a friend, to a family member - to ANY loved one - even to a god or a goddess. But I'm sending them out into the Void tonight. "I can't run anymore, I fall before you. Here I am. I have nothing left. Though I tried to forget. You're all that I am. Take me home. I will follow you. Broken like glass. I give up... you're my stregth. Without you, I can't go on... anymore. It's you I need." I'm not going to talk about my being single or in a relationship. I'm not here to troll for love or for sympathy or for a girlfriend. I just ... wanted to share. I wrote this because I was thinking about being in love, and I'm a lesbian ... and most of my friends are women loving women ... maybe, I thought, someone will read this and it will chime with them, and they wont feel alone in how they feel anymore. I know I have at times. I just worite this because I was thinking about being in love. Maybe it's because Autumn is coming and the Fall is the season of love for me. Love and Romance and tragic beauty and timeless passion. Maybe there's something I'm missing, something buried inside of me I'm trying to touch... I don't know. All I know is that I wrote this with all the all parts of my being: the geek, the Buffy freak, the devoted and loving friend, the hopeless romantic, the broken hearted girl, the tears of emptiness, the joy, the passion... the woman. And together, this young woman is sending this - leter, essay - note out into the void: "I can't run anymore, I fall before you, here I am. I have nothing left." Being truly in love is the deepest and most powerful and most awesomely powerful experience I have ever had and ... it fulfilled me. It wasn't the cure all for being lonely or cold nights or the panacea for all that was wrong in my life, but it was a real - a tangible thing - wellspring of emotion and it FULFILLED ME. I feel a real sorrow for people who choose to settle for the first person who doesn't hurt them or the first willing and relatively easy to get along with person they stumble across, just because it's safe. I mean, I've been there, but love isn't about being Safe. At least ... not in my mind, and this *laughs* is my bloody journal. It's about giving all of yourself to someone and recieving all of them back, believing in each other - having each other when there's no one else to turn to. Being consumed ... by each other. It's about daring to love someone else as much or more than you love yourself - because when you love someone that much, there is no holding back, nothing you wouldn't do for them - it's the stuff of fairy tales, and it is RARE, but it is ALSO real. Ask the old couple shuffling down the street, hand in hand, finishing each other's sentences. And it's just as real as you and me. Someday I hope someone will love me that way again. Someday I hope I can share that kind of love - and that kind of love-making, hee - with a woman again. Cause love like that is the most precious thing in the world to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life exploring its every facet with a woman I love. So goodnight, dear Void. Good night everyone. May you all find the love you desire... and may all your dreams come true. October, Evanescence I can't run anymore, I fall before you. Here I am. I have nothing left. Though I've tried to forget, You're all that I am. Take me home, I'm through fighting it. Broken, Lifeless, I give up. You're my only strength. Without you, I can't go on, Anymore, Ever again *My only hope (All the times I've tried) My only peace (To walk away from you) My only joy, My only strength, (I fall into your abounding grace) My only power, My only life, (And love is where I am) My only love. I can't run anymore. I give myself to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. In all my bitterness, I ignored all that's real and true. All I need is you. When night falls on me, I'll not close my eyes. I'm too alive, And you're too strong. I can't lie anymore, I fall down before you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. (Repeat Twice) Constantly ignoring the pain consuming me. But this time it's cut too deep. I'll never stray again. | ||
| Aug. 30th, 2004 @ 05:07 pm Peice of Starlight | |||
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| Magic beneath my fingertips. Creation that Burns like fire within my Blood. Strains of passion spread like rainbow sunsets across an empty sky... Who are you? Where are you? What are you? Inventing fire and Birthing night, Here, Take my hand - I'll give you Flight. Just touch my magic, just make believe, Come join me in realities which only we can See. Spectres of Life and Ghosts of the Dead yet unborn, Dancing with Gods and lying with Children, I can make it Be, I can make it Real, Just give your heart to me... Magic beneath my Fingertips, Love and Life concealed inside, Creator and Created all are One, Where life Begins and death Ends- What am I? Where am I? Who am I? | ||
| Aug. 24th, 2004 @ 05:06 pm I was watching Love Actually this morning - and I like this song. I can't stand pop, but I like THIS | |||
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| Oooh oooh, ooooh yeah, mmmm... Love can be a many splendid thing Can't deny the joy it brings A dozen roses, diamond rings Dreams for sale and fairy tales It'll make you hear a symphony And you just want the world to see But like a drug that makes you blind, It'll fool ya every time The trouble with love is It can tear you up inside Make your heart believe a lie It's stronger than your pride The trouble with love is It doesn't care how fast you fall And you can't refuse the call See, you got no say at all Now I was once a fool, it's true I played the game by all the rules But now my world's a deeper blue I'm sadder, but I'm wiser too I swore I'd never love again I swore my heart would never mend Said love wasn't worth the pain But then I hear it call my name (The trouble with) The trouble with love is It can tear you up inside Make your heart believe a lie It's stronger than your pride The trouble with love is It doesn't care how fast you fall And you can't refuse the call See, you got no say at all Every time I turn around I think I've got it all figured out My heart keeps callin' and I keep on fallin' Over and over again The sad story always ends the same Me standin' in the pourin' rain It seems no matter what I do It tears my heart in two (The trouble with love is) The trouble with love, yeah (It can tear you up inside) It can tear you up inside (Make your heart believe a lie) Make your heart believe a lie It's stronger than your pride (The trouble with love is) It's in your heart It's in your soul (doesn't care how fast you fall) You won't get no control (and you can't refuse the call) See, you got no say at all (The trouble with love is) Oh, yeah (It can tear you up inside) (Make your heart believe a lie) | ||
| Aug. 21st, 2004 @ 05:06 pm Cute little thing I made. | |||
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| A bit of prose I threw together, and a picture of Sarah McLachlan. *shrugs* It's pretty to me, anyway. | ||
| Aug. 19th, 2004 @ 05:05 pm Buffyness, and Belonging | |||
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| Okay, so last night, I purchased the Sixth Season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD. I got a nice deal on it too... I love Buffy. I love the Buffy and Angel world. The witty humor, the music, some of the romances, the characters. I miss the Buffy World. The only season of Buffy I haven't really had a chance to watch is Season 6, so I'm glad I had a chance to buy it last night on DVD. It's nice being able to see the episodes I haven't seen yet. One of the other reasons that I love Buffy - although I never really think about it until the show slams it WHAMMO! in my face - are the relationships between the main characters. Not Buffy/Riley or Buffy/Spike or Willow/Oz or Anya/Xander... mainly just Buffy/Angel and Willow/Tara. I mean, obviously, it's a TV show, and the characters are made to have extra-incredible storys and romances, but there's a very human undercurrent to the Buffy/Angel, Willow/Tara bonds. There's a theme of ... belonging. Need. True love. ( Read more... ) | ||
| Aug. 14th, 2004 @ 05:03 pm Autumnal Love | |||
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| I love the Autumn. *smiles* It's my favorite season - something you might have been able to guess from my Livejournal User ID. I love the sights and the smells and the pure beauty of Autumn. It's ... I dunno. Part of me, in a way. It invigorates and refreshes and delights and fulfills me. My love for Autumn has always been with me - I've always loved the scents of September, the back-to-school season, the changing leaves, the pumpkins in October, the brisk cool winds of November, the piles of leaves (and jumping in them! hee!) - but it didn't really crystalize until I was 19 - until my freshman year in college! I was in Chicago, ( living on the West Side... ) ( Crystal, by Stevie Nicks ) | ||
| Aug. 14th, 2004 @ 05:02 pm lisahall "Is This Real?" | |||
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| From Practical Magic Twisted this feeling, walk out of shape So tired and revealing, the moves that I make And I know Yes I know But is this real? And I know Yes I know But is this real? ( Fading the concept would drive me insane ) | ||