i_hate_love
quotree Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it oepns up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

(Neil Gaiman, Sandman #65)
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misstree i don't trust it not to
try to sneak in during the night
and steal my chickens.
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Lord Melbatoast and you know i looove your chickens 070402
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unhinged jolie_holland




bitter_spring
always_spring on red

ray_lamontagne






it's one of those perfect spring days
warm enough for a light coat
spotty fluffy white clouds
in the sunny blue sky
i bought a carton of cigarettes from that smokeshop today
i had lunch at that diner
i'm sorry dear
i can't stop thinking about it
which means
i can't stop writing about it
that perfect fleeting spring day
when you kissed my neck at the busstop
and reminded me why
i used to dream of love
when i was younger
i'll try to leave you alone
with your separate bed
and your separate life
but on a day like today
bittersweet memories beg to be talked about
when the sun finally breaks free
of the dismal spring rain
and reminds me of
your hands and lips
on me
at the busstop
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unhinged (pathetic really the way i've clung to the few scraps of affection that have been thrown at me over the years) 100922
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outkast love_hater 100922
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