this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
30 September 2005

Bjork obsessing.

i'm the path of cinders
burning under your feet
you're the one who wants me
i'm your one way street


Bachelorette, Bjork.

Hate people who post lyrics in full as entire entry because ofttimes is repetitive and pointless as we have no idea what they mean.

I want to taste your skin and melt into you.

There I was, at the site of so much heartbreak and hurt, and all I could think of was him, curving his arm around my waist, brushing electricity through me. The cheery interior betrayed none of the pain inherent in so many triangles.

How wonderful and ordinary and melancholy it must have been to live back then, surrounded by such luminaries.

I visited the Charleston House today.

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Slight misunderstanding in previous post. Thanks to Marie, anyway. I meant to ask what have you never done including anything at all?