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Peter Mckeller: Sad Chairs
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I'm still waiting for you to come to a game, Dad. I never thought you'd miss my senior season. Posted by Peter Mckeller. Woah Crushed. Wow. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Having a Coke with You. Inky skies and midnight divulgences. Nothing but Us, and the Stars. Jammin by Peter Mckeller on Grooveshark. Lone Peak Creative Writing. I never said that! Amd they caught me on it! Ill favorite it when i get my ipod back. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Peter Mckeller: "i never said that!"
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I never said that! It's been months and, I'm still waiting. You've got a new relationship and a great date for Prom and I'm. still. waiting. Hoping one of these days your alarm will go off and you'll realize even though I was nothing but wrong, we were always just right. That all the terrible times, they made us reach for light. That people look at us and they're on our side. Won't you join in the fight? Put our story in ink, we could end world hunger. Aren't we worth fighting for? There were waterfalls ...
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Peter Mckeller: "amd they caught me on it!"
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Amd they caught me on it! Does anyone even care anymore? Because crutches don't work on a broken heart. You can't cast it up and tell me not to use it for 6 weeks. It won't heal. I watched the tiny brunette break the boy's nose, and the dark haired exotic break the ribs,. But the blonde, your. Blonde, went straight for the heart. The trainer on sight was not equipped with the right bandages or even the right vocabulary tests to teach her how to deal with the phenomena. Posted by Peter Mckeller. But all t...
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Don't Call This a Confessional: I always got participant ribbons.
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Don't Call This a Confessional. I always got participant ribbons. Sometimes I want someone to be there to tell me why the spacebar is more worn out than the letters in "please". And sometimes I want to ask love for its first name, because "in," "of," "for," and "with" are too simple to preface the thing I've never tried to search for. My eyes are too restless to ask all the questions that matter,. Wherefore art thou Romeo and wherefore art thou Juliet and wherefore art thou Erin. The sun is too busy.
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Don't Call This a Confessional: Hi. I think I have a Crush. Capital C. Hi. I think I'm back in middle school.
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Don't Call This a Confessional. Hi I think I have a Crush. Capital C. Hi. I think I'm back in middle school. Things that are cute about you:. Green eyes (I like green eyes just in general, tbh). Your laugh when you stop caring. The way you aren't ridiculously outgoing. Your voice (it definitely isn't off-putting). That you sometimes watch me. You say "hi" to me first. Your smile when something unexpected happens. Your smile when something unexpected doesn't happen, you're just happy. I probably won't tel...
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Peter Mckeller: "I love oatmeal!"
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Coming halfway through first and finding a decent parking spot. Light that warms your insides like the sun warms your face. Watermelon after an intense game of Burgess volleyball. The intimacy of speaking with your mouth shut. Like I'm falling with my eyes closed and the fear has left my body. A three pointer to put us into overtime for the state game. Next to the fireplace during a winter storm. Unlimited Sticky Fingers on fast Sunday. A blanket right out of the dryer. Posted by Peter Mckeller.
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Don't Call This a Confessional: August 2014
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Don't Call This a Confessional. I made a new blog, because apparently that's what I do sometimes. I NEED A CHANGE. So, I will no longer be updating this one. Aw. Anyways, if you want to keep up with my sometimes poetry and sometimes random lists/ridiculous updates about my life, I'll be posting stuff here: heartsbeatheadsbeat.blogspot.com. Im not actually sorry. Summer is over for me. Tell me about your life. I would've stitched our hearts together like the lips of the damned. You were the best thing.
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Don't Call This a Confessional: Call me "Reality"
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Don't Call This a Confessional. I didn't really feel comfortable staying with Alis' blog. I like where I finished with her. It's like when you say, "It's not you, it's me. I hope we can stay friends.". But she actually understood. I'm starting new, because I don't think I need to recover myself anymore. I've kind of figured it out, and I'm nowhere near who I was before I started this experience. I thought I was obedient, unquestioning, maybe a little bit snarky. This blog will be my escape. First paragra...
