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we speak with ruined tongues.: July 2010
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We speak with ruined tongues. Friday, July 30, 2010. Monday, July 12, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). But now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren't meant for anyone. It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance. But there was once you. You said you hate my suffering and you understood and you'd take care of me, you would always be there. Well where are you now? View my complete profile. Words I read;.
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we speak with ruined tongues.: December 2010
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We speak with ruined tongues. Thursday, December 9, 2010. Snowing : Damp Feathers. Does there come a point in time when you stop hoping and wishing for someone you love to change? It seems that I spend a lot of time thinking about the future and the kind of person I hope for you to become. When will I stop comparing how I feel with you to how I feel with other people? There is this hold over me that I can't seem to break free from. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Words I read;.
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We speak with ruined tongues. Monday, November 1, 2010. I'm getting on much better now. Maybe you ignoring all of my attempts at communication is actually good for me. I've never been good at letting people go and you just seem to not really care at all. It is just strange to think that our downward spiral came out of nowhere and one day we're waking up next to each other, and the next we're not even speaking. Now I just need my motivation back. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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we speak with ruined tongues.: 303.
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We speak with ruined tongues. Sunday, October 17, 2010. Modest Mouse: Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In. I push you away so that you can realize how you've been treating me. Instead I think you've realized you don't care. My mind is always somewhere else, usually replaying happy scenes over and over in my head. I've had some very cryptic dreams lately that have made me want to study latent dreaming even more. I want my life back. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. So I cha...
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we speak with ruined tongues.: June 2010
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We speak with ruined tongues. Monday, June 28, 2010. Things are going well and I don't want any of it to stop. I wake up every morning to someone who would give the world to me if he could. I wake up smiling. Friday, June 25, 2010. Monday, June 14, 2010. Jerry Westerkamp ; Lexington, KY. Jerry Westerkamp and Kelsey Iker ; Crucial Fun Fest 5 ; Lexington, KY. Amanda Angelo ; Lexington, KY. Amanda Angelo ; Lexington, KY. Kelsey Iker and Amanda Angelo ; Lexington, KY. Kelsey Iker ; Lexington, KY. Now you can...
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we speak with ruined tongues.: October 2010
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We speak with ruined tongues. Thursday, October 21, 2010. Kind of Like Spitting: Who Cares How Much. It's strange to think that you can live your entire life without someone or even feeling like something is missing. Then that someone walks in and out of your life and you can't possibly think of how to continue on without them. Who cares how much I need that face in my life? Who cares how much I want to hang around? Who cares how much I need that look in my life? Who cares how much I want you around?
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We speak with ruined tongues. Tuesday, November 9, 2010. Lemuria : It's Not a Lie, It's a Secret. I never thought I could say I feel relieved to not have you in my life, but I am. You're going to drown in your own selfish lifestyle and behavior. You're going to continue having friends and lovers that don't really care about you. Someday when you're old and there's no one there to take care of you, you'll regret how you've treated me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). But now we speak with ruined tongue...
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we speak with ruined tongues.: August 2010
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We speak with ruined tongues. Wednesday, August 4, 2010. Jets to Brazil : Perfecting Loneliness. My world is shattering again. I'm a long list with no time. Sunset panic on the street, sugar and lightbulbs, the milk of kindness is behind us now. With all those stones in your coat, did you think I wouldn't know? The thought of you crying in my room. I miss you, could you come around sometime? When the nigh comes down, the world becomes a room under the microscope. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). But now we sp...
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We speak with ruined tongues. Thursday, October 21, 2010. Kind of Like Spitting: Who Cares How Much. It's strange to think that you can live your entire life without someone or even feeling like something is missing. Then that someone walks in and out of your life and you can't possibly think of how to continue on without them. Who cares how much I need that face in my life? Who cares how much I want to hang around? Who cares how much I need that look in my life? Who cares how much I want you around?
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we speak with ruined tongues.: 309.
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We speak with ruined tongues. Thursday, December 9, 2010. Snowing : Damp Feathers. Does there come a point in time when you stop hoping and wishing for someone you love to change? It seems that I spend a lot of time thinking about the future and the kind of person I hope for you to become. When will I stop comparing how I feel with you to how I feel with other people? There is this hold over me that I can't seem to break free from. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Now you can...