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desperate_happiness
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amy
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i love you for a lot of reasons. today, this is an especial reason.
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031205
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groupwork
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cuz i think you might need a red light, a reality sandwich, and a couple of Disney movies about A______s.
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031205
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misstree
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breathless through a grin.
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031206
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shadow le crowl
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breathless through a grin? how would one come to this state?
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031212
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misstree
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Pure Fucking Joy. when the world's dance grabs you in its arms and swings you around, laughing as you get dizzy. when you want to burst from the lightness of your Being. when choruses of angels would only distract from the moment posed on the pinnace. when life, all of it, every twig, every stranger, the whole sky, is grinning so wide that it splits open in a shower of confetti. a huge field, a few from the friendfamily dwarfed at the bottom of a hill unlike any found in the midwest. nothing but green circled gently by contours and trees, the sky flaunting its trademark bluest blue, just enough breeze to tickle your hair against your neck. breathe in deep, know that the day will cradle you through the daring dive you approach. set your grin and charge forward, yelling like a kid pretending to be a barbarian. as the slope sets in, your steps become longer, moonwalking, your feet barely able to keep up as the hill throws you forward. the yell ends as you tuck and roll, momentum toying you sideways in circles down the rest of the hill, bumps laughing the breath out of you. the world spins itself silly, and you remember the real meaning of the word "wheeeeeeee!". even after the ground levels you're pulled forward for a few parting turns, last kisses of the hill's company. you flop with finality, spread-eagle, the sky sparing a glance for the audacious creature at its feet. the faces of love spin slowly as they gather around you. "well?" one asks, concerned for your well-being after such an enthusiastic fall. the question snaps you back to the herenow, and the only answer you can give is a grin as wide as your heart.
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031212
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what's it to you?
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