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I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
02 June 2009 @ 05:59 pm
"You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you."
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
05 April 2009 @ 10:55 am
I. Do. Not. Get. Him.
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
18 December 2008 @ 08:02 am
But I do know that
You ain't no god damn son of a bitch
You're just more unlikable than you used to be
 
 
Current Music: note to self - owen
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
29 October 2008 @ 11:25 am
There is something
I see in you
It might kill me
I want it to be true
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
09 August 2008 @ 10:57 am
818.899.8612

Who the fuck are you?
 
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
21 July 2008 @ 11:10 pm
I have a funny feeling he be lurkin' me.

::shifty eyes::




SHIT. Orientation tomorrow, 8am. NOOOOOOOOO. =(
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
20 July 2008 @ 02:47 am
"I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know...you're with him. You're his."


 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
18 July 2008 @ 12:08 am
Oh. IC what you did there.

IC. IC.

::shakes finger at you::
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
13 July 2008 @ 01:53 pm
"...and learn to accept that the only constant thing about you is change.

OMG. Truth.
 
 
Current Music: celos - gotan project
 
 
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.
12 July 2008 @ 06:48 pm
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.