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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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by Steven 11:32 AM
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Friday, June 08, 2007
i look into her dark brown eyes, but it's too much for me. i have to look away. my eyes travel to the floor. with my weight mostly on my left foot, the outside of my right foot presses against the floor as my ankle twists sideways. i can still feel her gaze on me, it feels so heavy. under her stare i tremble. i can see her lift her right foot to fidget. at least i know she's nervous too. i attempt a wry smile and steal another glance into her eyes. she hasn't taken her eyes off me. my hands jam themselves further into the pockets of my pants. my shoulders hunch further forward, and i have to look away again. my right ankle begins to hurt from the unconscious pressure i've been putting on it. suddenly i feel her hand, soft, and delicate on my right cheek. with her thumb she brushes away a tear i hadn't noticed i'd shed. and she says, "it's gonna be ok, you know." i force myself to look at her again. still, her eyes haven't left me. holding my wide eyed stare she slowly leans in, and for the first time, she kisses me on the cheek, and somehow, i just know, she means it.
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by theonlybradever 1:46 AM
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Monday, June 04, 2007
absolute truth has never been illustrated so clearly:
SergioThree: there's other fish in the sea, man, she's just a girl Beatsfromkorea: no dude, that's bullshit. Beatsfromkorea: Think of it this way. if your precious copy of street fighter third strike broke and i told you "it's ok man, there's other games in the sea. here, play mortal kombat instead" what would you say? you'd be like, "fuck that, gimme third strike." SergioThree: ...
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by theonlybradever 5:00 PM
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